Today I'm swimming in to-do lists. Some things, like purchasing food, seem more urgent than others. Some of the work needs to wait until next week while I reconnect with my friends. I spent three of the last four weeks traveling or hosting company, I've performed stories live the last two nights in a row, and I'm so far out of my routine that it's hard to know where to start. So I think I'll begin with a cup of coffee, and if I'm feeling ambitious, a shower. I think I'll define a successful day today as one in which I mail my packages and put away the rest of the laundry. I'll give my mind another day off. I've taken in so much new information that I'll do well to write some notes about the stories I don't want to forget and then just try to move my body (run, walk, sweep, scrub) until it catches up and I've integrated the stories into every cell. Times like this used to stress me out. I would feel anxious until everything was "just so" and "on schedule" again. But now it feels good to just breathe and to just be. I'm thinking that maybe the schedule is overrated. For me, this is a very good sign.