I find that the more accepting I become, the more peace I find in my life. My husband would likely disagree. He sees my moments of productiveness, and he sees my hours of apathy. But in between those lie moments of sweet peace. Of knowing that I can't have it all, or do it all - and I don't want to. I don't have to try and Go! Do! Be! every minute of every day. Some days it's OK to revel in the moment. To take joy in the sweetness of a brunch date with my Boy, to wallow in long, long moments of "just browsing". To steal that hour and get lost in the pages of a book. It's all Enough.