Life is such a strange game of give and take, push and pull. I find myself feeling a bit lost in my own perfect balance the last week. Something I think has happened before but I don’t know if I’ve ever had the words for it before. Ultimately it means that perfect balance isn’t quite perfect… Which then becomes this game of balancing who I am now with who I am working hard on becoming.
It goes like this… Right now I’m doing at least a decent job of balancing two different programs in school, a research project, my hobbies, my cooking, my relationship with Nick, my friends, family, and my job. I’m feeling fulfilled and accomplished. Engaged and okay… Happy in so many ways. But somewhere, somehow, this week…. I’m feeling like I lost myself in the balancing act.
And so here I am, putting it down on paper. Taking a deep fucking breath. Congratulating myself on both a great job done and on acknowledging whatever this is. I’m loving a new playlist. I’m going to paint my nails, drink more water, and with any luck at all, find myself somewhere behind all the stuff.
Coffee & Conundrums 