Margin is the space you have in life before things are about you. When things are at their worst everything seems to be about me.
In the last months I have had many times of little margin.
I think a lot of things affect margin. A lot of things put us close to the edge.
Routine and order matter. The more things are automatic and the less they have to be reinvented the less things are about me. When nothing is automatic, when life has no energy or momentum of its own other than what you provide it is exhausting and fatiguing. When everything is a big deal you feel overwhelmed and attacked and stuck and captured. At its worst you have a day where everything from getting up in the morning on has to be decided. And sometimes when you are just exhausted and burnt out it is not…
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