The month of May has been a whirlwind, bookended by Finley’s birthday at the end of April and a flurry of deadlines at the end of May. I can’t quite come to terms with summer being so soon upon us. I guess I thought I had more time to plan. “Time to plan,” the universe laughs. Cancer diagnoses amid friends of mine, divorce, depression, all lined up next to images of new babies and themed parties, all of which remind me how very little hand we have in anything beyond finding wholeness in the moments we have. Dutifully I start the day thinking: Today I won’t let myself get bogged down. Today I won’t try to do too much. Today I’ll let…