Not everything has to happen : today, or this week, or this month, or even this year.
I can capture the questions + ideas and sit with them. Letting them wash over me, while I dare to be OK with the uncertainty.
Patiently trust. Making time just be – no agenda present – how hard that can be.
Because there will be a day, I’m sure where I will wish so desperately for today. I will cherish the ridiculous imperfection that reminds me : there is no other place I’d rather be, none at all.