Clerkmanifesto is going context free for 100 days!
While I retire from 31 years at the Roseville Library, sell nearly everything I own, fly with my darling wife to Japan for 40 days, and then move together to France to start to build a life there, I present a less explained clerkmanifesto, a clerkmanifesto of snapshots and time travel. Below you may see old posts without introduction from my 4,750 post collection. You may see random photos, brand new or years old. I may write a passage about Japan as if of course you know I'm in Japan, I may make a simple observation or joke, but whatever it is, I won't be explaining it. You'll have to take it as it comes.
For more context you are welcome to read this longer introduction.
And if this is all too confusing I welcome you to investigate our thousands of fully explained historic posts from the past 12 years, though I'll be the first to admit, hours later, you may still come away a little confused.
Here, however it works, is what clerkmanifesto has for you today:
I've occasionally warned myself here: don't wish your life away. There may be a few choice blog posts in the history of Clerk Manifesto exhorting one, particularly me, not to wish my day away, not to pound too hard for the end of the workday and the advance toward free time. God knows I was inclined regularly enough. To see my dear wife again? What could be sweeter? But free time goes fast, and work goes slow, and if one makes the slow part fast too, won't the whole thing just end up a great racing blur through life?
So I've had my eye on that. Don't wish the work time away too much; it's wise counsel, and I certainly don't fault myself for it. I could easily find some 12 years back a lovely piece or two that understands the nature of time like this, and I'm not going to fault its fine, mature wisdom now. But here, at the very end of it all, on the eve of retirement, I come to say to you that, no matter what you do or how you do it, with all savour and presence, time passes. Time still passes. And no matter what you do, no matter what it is, one day you'll find yourself at the end.
It may be the bad end: death, decrepitude, or the heat death of the universe. And it may be the good end, some Friday night, the arms of the one you love, or even retirement.
But either way, and with everything, ever regardless, it comes.
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