My days are like pie. It has multiple slices

The mornings are for my boss. I work and code and plan and create.

The lunch is for my colleagues. We eat and converse and debate.

The afternoons are for friends and family, to care for and to nourish.

The evenings are for sports and volunteering, for organizing and making the world a better place.

The nights are for me. And I am free to give them to whoever I find worthy to take all of it away. To make me drop deep and feel good. To fill me with mindless pleasure. To take my choices away.

I would not have my pie any other way.