I feel joy in the empty spaces of my life, sometimes. I find myself singing as I wash the dishes, excited to show up at work, eager to see my partner and friends. I even relish curling up with a book or a lap full of knitting and a long string of missed TV shows on Hulu. I don’t want to lose that feeling of ease in my body, in my home, even as I begin seeking again my great purpose, my adventure, my Work.