I realized I'd been looking at this situation only as a taking away, a loss, something I'd have to survive. But when I peered forward at what the next six or eight or ten weeks will have to look like, I saw that while they won't be filled with what I had previously expected, they're certainly going to be filled with something. From that perspective, I could see that what that something will fill isn't loss but space, and that with clear consciousness, that space might come to be something I could really enjoy, really treasure.
In this situation, there might, unexpectedly, be a gift as well.