It’s been a week—a week filled with holding gratitude and grief simultaneously while navigating the tasks of everyday life. So much has changed, and yet the day-to-day hasn’t changed. 

I’ve had multiple conversations with friends, colleagues, and clients about how we can best continue, how we can best say the right thing, how we can best move forward with big decisions about careers and callings, and the best thing I’ve been able to come up with is to make sure we are saving space. 

Space for the tears, for the laughter, for the hard conversations and the celebrations. 

In a world where we are all pressed for time, and information flows rapidly in less than minute-long sound bites, it’s easy to get caught up in it all. 

This morning I saved space. Space for the phone call from a loved one, space for the sunrise to greet me on my walk, and already I feel the day ahead is a bit more manageable because I’ve saved some space.