Got the time?

I’m over the whole clock thing.
Watches. Microwaves. Church bells. The upper right-hand corner of my computer screen.
I don’t make champagne wishes. I don’t have caviar dreams.
Success to me is the day I wake up and I don’t care what time is it.
I don’t work at nine. I don’t eat at noon. And I don’t sit in rush hour traffic with the other robots.
Until then, my alarm clock is the boss of me.
And I will use every second of my PTO to go places that don’t have clocks.
So I don’t ever forget how big the world is.
How small the world is.
How much I don’t know.
Or how lucky I am that I figured it out.
[Central Park]