Even though I know better, I still have days when I feel like I need perfect peace and quiet in order to work. Those are frustrating days, chasing ideal conditions that are never within reach.
When I accept the chaos, somehow that acceptance makes room for the work. Allowing the craziness. Leaning in to the insanity. Whenever I stop fighting it, I free up just enough energy to grab those five minutes and use them to get something done.
In and around. Sometimes that's what the process looks like.
How else, except amid chaos, to get anything done? -- Wendy Rawlings (from her essay in Rules of Thumb)