Labor Day Lament

     When we were kids, we had playmates. We played ball, played games, and played music.
     Then we grew up, and what happened? We entered the workforce where during the workweek we wear work clothes and report to a worksite in a workspace with workmates in a workgroup where we’re handed a worksheet in a workbook. We use the company’s working capital to work the plan on our work-in-progress while we gain work experience for our work resumé.
     Some things work like a charm. We work wonders and create works of art. But if the workflow isn’t workable, we work something up or work something over or work through it or develop a workaround. If we’re lazy, we’re labeled work shy and admonished to develop a work ethic. If we’re reliable, we’re a workhorse. But if we work too long, we’re a workaholic.
     To escape our work environment, we volunteer at community work camps. But we still need work-life balance, so we go to the gym and what do we do? Work out.
     All of which leaves me weary. So this Labor Day weekend, whatever your work, I hope you relish the rewards of your labors . . . and work at resting.