Space is something we give ourselves.
I'm finding that as I'm sick. As I'm unpacking. As I'm researching things to be involved in and be supported by here. As I'm getting lost and finding my way...
There is no rush.
The rush and craziness and circling thoughts are just that: thoughts. Interior. And all it takes is a pause. And a deep breath. And a realizing that I have control over only myself. And things are ok. There is time to figure it out. There is time to get it done. There is time to play and read and eat and work. And once mama finds that, everyone finds that. :) True.