balance.
A Juggling Act
Some days it feels like a circus has come to live in my house. Complete with monkeys, clowns, and knife throwers. Other days there's a bit more control and I'm like a lion tamer keeping things safe and calm.
As crazy as it sounds I have to admire those circus performers. Those peeps are the epitome of balance. Think about it. Acrobatics. Fire Eating. Plate spinning. How do they do it? Balance.
I'm thinking I could learn a lot from them as I juggle my own three-ring show called life. As I seem to live a bit unbalanced. Positioned to fall. Apt to crash and burn.
In thinking about balance I realize that it is about choices. How do I want to live? What is important? What do I value? Essentially it boils down to what matters most?
And then I must do the hard work in living that out. Setting boundaries. Saying no. Creating margin. Living with intention.
If balance is the goal. And equilibrium is to be a lifestyle. Then for me, I need to carve out a life filled with a bit of crazy and a bit of low-key calmness. A good mix. A healthy mix.
I know it's a process. A journey. I also realize there are seasons of life. Things I can't avoid. Ups and downs. Busy times and not as busy times. I need to be flexible.
The key for me in finding balance is anchoring my life in what is best. Giving myself permission. Recognizing what I need. Accepting my limitations. Making room for growth.
I'm not good at this.
Am I the only one?
Time to start figuring out the balance that I need despite not having all the answers. At least start moving in that direction. Small steps.
My son had a friend in high school that would unicycle over to our house. Now that takes balance. And perseverance. And risk. And a bit of nonsense. Not to mention a few scraped knees.
With that example in mind seems like there's no better time to start walking my own personal tightrope. Ideally with more intention and focus. Because it seems that there's no better way to find your balance then when you might fall.
“Some days you eat salad and go to the gym, some days you eat cupcakes and refuse to put on pants. It’s called balance.”