We are enough. Some days we are more than enough. I can't imagine starting the clock again. And yet, seeing a woman with a baby in a Bjorn or with a basketball belly can gut me. She's in the midst of a miracle. That will never be me again.
Even if you haven't ever been to Vermont, you've got some Green Mountains in your mind. I know you do. There's that image of a town with candles in windows. There are those trees tapped for sugaring. And there's that swirling nighttime snow.
Consider creating an interior file in your soul called Pajama Day, and when things get crazed, out of nowhere, declare any blessed day you feel like stopping and hanging out in your own holy wholeness.