At times, very frequently as of late, I find myself struggling to juggle the demands of my mind, body, family, society, and finances. Very rarely can I say that there is a “balance”, whatever that is supposed to mean. There are tiny wafts of the sweet, sweet aroma of balance, yet I continue to search…and I search…and I search to find what this two-syllable, overly used word means.
Here’s to wishing I could say, “the universe wants me to stay busy!” and really believe it. Wishing I could feel rest and relaxation when I have a “To Do List” being added to daily. Wishing I could find what this illusive word means in my life.
Yes, I know that I tend to swallow more than I can chew, but what eager, energetic, hungry for life soul doesn’t? The kind that has found balance? Has this word been made up to fool people into believing you can have your cake and eat it too?
As I wake each and every morning, I read the all too familar affirmation cards resting on my vanity counter. “One step at a time,” and “enjoy the present moment,” and “trust in the process of life…” I take a deep, steadying breath, ground my toes into the cold, bare floor and exhale, “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM…”