Caught in Christmas Music

The distant thumps of a tight bodhrán punctuate
the gaiety of a playful tin whistle as I,
lost in reverie, stand amid the frigid wind 
sweeping snow across a stony causeway
as rabbits watch dried leaves glide and swoop
from their shelter under a clump of yews.

Breathing comfortably,
content to linger in this pristine white world,
     I jump, 
suddenly startled by the shriek of a desk phone
and I realize where I am--
staring at a spreadsheet of never-ending data...
             sitting in a different kind of cold.

The definition of inauthentic as per Merriam-Webster: being such in appearance only and made or manufactured with the intention of committing fraud.

Being is why I lose so much energy while I'm at work. It's not that I intend to commit fraud. It is that being (figuratively) tied to a desk to enrich the profitability a corporation is not being true to who I am and what it is I believe I am here in this life to accomplish. For years I've made the excuse that I need to pay bills -- that it is "safer" to hold down a 9 to 5 job. I am expanding my definition of "safe" in 2020. I will stand in the wind and watch rabbits...

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