HINT: I’m not talking about a good pair of sneakers!

When people say there aren’t enough hours in the day, I think maybe we’re just doing to much. Some things need to be put off until tomorrow. I know it’s not always possible to pick a thing or two to put off. Some days are truly that full of activity, and there’s not a lot we can do to change that. I do believe, however, that is the exception to the rule and not at all the norm. If it is the norm, then those people may need to stop and consider if that’s really how they want to live their lives day to day.

I do have days like that, and I am so glad to get to the end of a day like that! Many times when I feel overwhelmed like that, it’s my own fault. How? Poor planning! I’m a procrastinator. It’s true! Then, when I finally get around to taking care of that thing I’ve been putting off, it takes forever to do. Or, when I finally start getting ready to go somewhere, I have to rush through it like a mad woman so that I’m not late. I do realize in those moments that it is my own fault.

What gives me balance? Just as crazy busy as those last-minute moments are, I have my lazy times. Those are important to me. Whether I fill those lazy times with writing, designing jewelry, photography, or just curled up on the couch watching a movie or two, it’s MY time. Selfish? I don’t think so. If I’m not careful, it could be. However, I don’t believe that anyone needs to be giving to and doing for others or even striving to better themselves every waking moment of their lives. Balance.

Once upon a time, I was a more of a perfectionist. Now I pick and choose what I want to be meticulous about and have given up the losing battle of trying to control absolutely everything in my life. I don’t want to look back someday and regret that I missed things because I spent so much time trying to control everything. So there are messes in my house. I’ve already hashed that subject out a bit here. On the other hand, there are certain places in the house that I like to have a certain way. Balance.

On the job (the full-time one), I push myself hard. It could be because I have to be accountable there. It’s also because there are measures available there so I can challenge myself for my own personal best and actually see results by comparison. It’s also because my eye is on the prize. This is where the consistent cash flow comes from and at this point in my life, money is extremely important. When overtime is offered, there I am! I struggle with setting limits on how much overtime I work, though. Must work on that. Balance.

On the other job (the part-time one), I don’t push myself nearly as hard but am equally hard on myself. Photography is truly a passion, and I love to share that gift and see the delight and joy on people’s faces when they receive their photos. Then there’s that observant part of me that can see when people aren’t as pleased with the results (these are usually people who don’t care for ANY photo of themselves). I take that very hard and end up full of self doubt again. I get over it, figure out what I could have done differently for better results, learn all I can about how to do that, and carry on. Balance.

On parenting, three out of four isn’t bad. Nature vs. nurture considered, if three are doing well in school and are goal oriented, that has to say something. As for the fourth, I’m confident that he will find his way. When he does, it will certainly be HIS way and not because I pushed him. A little more push is admittedly needed, but I refuse to shove. Not my style. Don’t judge me. To quote every guest on Springer & Povich, “You don’t KNOW me! You don’t know my life!” If you’ve ever even flipped past a channel when those shows were on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Guidance, patience, and two-way communication. Balance.

On marriage… well, I have to draw the line somewhere. I share a lot in my writings, but this one will have to remain a mystery to the few who actually read what I write (and I do see the numbers). πŸ˜› Perhaps someday… but not now. Odd sort of balance there.

Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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