It’s funny that seemingly everyone I know has been learning how to bake bread lately; it’s a wonderful metaphor for how time works. You can’t just throw the dough together and toss it in the oven. A skilled baker knows that the time between the work is just as important, if not moreso, than the work itself. Without rising time, there’s no bread. Without negative space, a painting is a blob. Without rest notes, even the greatest symphony would sound like crazy garbage. Without quietude, expression or reflection, days are just one chaotic activity after another.