I used to get so much accomplished.
I used to barely have time to breathe or think or answer the phone.
I now have time. My mind feels rather mushy. It is unfolding from being tangled up for so long in a to-do list and a schedule and being productive and hustling. I wonder is the MUSH will stay with me and I worry that I will never serve the world in a productive manner again… but I must admit, I am loving this time.
I can breathe.
I can see.
I can wander.
I am not running behind every single minute anymore.
I am not chasing my tail or racing to catch myself.
I am letting myself sort, and settle, ponder and percolate.
It is good for me.