Clocking out. Being done. Taking off the adult nametag and putting on pajamas.
It’s good to do good work that matters, and it’s good to set it aside, to have this small, foundational faith that tomorrow it will be as I left it, or– like the shoemaker’s leather– better.
May we leave some scraps upon the table every day so that the unseen Magic around us has something to work itself upon, to delight us with when the morning shows life better than we’d ever thought to imagine.