I have built a life that intentionally includes margin because I am better with space. Space to let my thoughts wander, space to grow a garden, space to be.
Suddenly work events are cancelled, social gatherings postponed, local spots are closed.
I am left with a margin wider than ever.
I will resist the impulse to be productive and will instead choose presence. Checking in on neighbors. Making bread for Ms. Dolores. Taking long, slow walks.
What if the purpose in all of this is space?