New mama or not. Teeny pockets of time or more time than you know what to do with. Scared like crazy or feelin’ brave. Bouncin’ or flyin’. Exhausted or wide awake. Deadline or not. In the studio or in the kitchen. Saying you’re sorry. Saying I love you. Asking for help. Consoling a baby. Writing a book. Not knowing or thinking you do.
These two words were given to me, as a mantra of sorts, years ago, and they have come rolling back into my life lately. Over and over. Begin anywhere. Begin anywhere. Begin anywhere.