I’ve been thinking a lot about balance these last few days. As I’m wearing multiple hats, trying to go in what feels like a number of directions, but knowing that all paths are leading me exactly where I need to go.
As I’m writing this, I just finished writing, for six straight pages, about where I’m at right now. A lot of uncertainty and so many good things. Feeling stretched and pulled and wanting to be able to finish something, but knowing that when full attention can’t be given in one single direction? Things tend to take a little longer.
I am insanely grateful for this opportunity to keep doing what I love, to sink into it like a warm bath, and let it wrinkle my skin. It’s leaving its marks. And I know it’s important.
And still, I think about balance, how it feels elusive, and I wonder how the term makes us feel bad when we perceive that we can’t find it? Because I know that something I hear a lot – from a lot of sources – is about finding work-life balance, about finding a balance, how if we can find a balance, things will be good. And yet, there is an ebb and flow that I’ve noticed in my own life, in the turning seasons. That things come to full and things winnow away. That living and life has its own rhythms, I just have to be willing to be okay with change, with uncertainty.
Right now? Right now is about abundance of opportunities, a time of renewing my strength, and stretching when I can. It’s about recognizing boundaries and relishing in cool autumn runs. It’s about wearing my hats and finding out what serves and focusing in there. Focusing, focusing, focusing. And, when I need to? Let go.
Filling up. Letting go. Letting the rhythms find their own way.