This idea came to me in the shower and I'm pretty sure it's worth playing with. It may not yet be fully baked. Shit, I'm not sure it's even been in the oven. But I think we might at least have here some tasty batter.
I no longer work. It's such a nasty word in its verb form, with all its pejorative senses of loss of joy and freedom.
Instead, the things I occupy my days with, the kinds of things I do with the goal of earning money: I don't work. I give.
I give, and the universe gives back in return.