2pm on a Wednesday

It's 2pm on a Wednesday but it could be any day. Our life as a family has moved slowly away from school and work and routine and more towards unschooling and unwork (my own word) and making it up as we go along. Our life has a certain lack of structure and much as I occasionally try to impose some kind of schedule, it always ends up returning to its own ebb and flow.

How did we end up living like this? I guess a part of it just comes down to personality. But part of it also comes down to a deliberate move away from a way of life that just didn't fit. It seems that once one part of life has shifted, the others naturally follow, and if they don't naturally follow there's a period of incoherence which feels uncomfortable and eventually begs for attention.

Work, school, home. All have slowly evolved towards something less defined. One has slowly followed the other. We do, it seems, have personalities which don't get along well with imposed schedules. 2pm on a Wednesday. It could find us at home making or baking or playing music or watching a film, it could find us working, it could find us at the beach or an exhibition, it could find us with friends on a walk or visiting the library. I probably don't know what 2pm next Wednesday looks like yet. To some people this is the stuff of nightmares. To us, it's the result of a conscious move away from routine and it makes us very happy.