I’m sitting at my desk. “Working.” Working, and working. But it’s writing. It’s editing photos. It’s reading articles and poetry I love. And it’s popping up from my seat to help read math questions, color in the United States, or work through a particularly tough Eye Spy one of the girls made for me. It’s emailing with amazing women business owners. It’s brainstorming. And taking bets on my own ability.
I’m rolling out my mat. My notebook to my side and music up loud as I flow and STOP. Flow and STOP. Write, “work”, work, and sequence classes, to music and themes. Watch how my children move. How the cat moves. And letting all of it fall into my plans for that Sunday class.
And this morning, I’m in some kind of hybrid of both. In half lotus on my chair, coffee in hand, and my heart so full I could burst.
Balance comes in random moments. Not all of life.
In life I swing back and forth. The Giving Tree, Homeschooling, Writing and entrepreneurship, Teaching, Sequencing, and housekeeping. And when I am in each of those things I am mostly IN THEM.
Except these rare moments. Where I feel like I am holding the scales on either side and the balance is dead.on.
Checking things off my list, looking at a full and fun calendar, and glancing up at my December Intentions with hope that I’ll keep them in my heart more than I have before.
This moment feels like balance. No one is crying. No one is hungry. And needs are being met.
Tonight? Tonight I’ll likely remember a deadline I thought had moved. Dinner won’t be prepped. And everyone will be weepy with the early darkness and tired that comes this time of year. Ready for Winter break a good couple of weeks before it’s here. And in that, it’ll feel imbalanced, hectic, and damn-near impossible.
But I’m going to keep holding this moment. The half-lotus, hot coffee, math curriculum, laughing kiddo, full calendar, feeling. And revel deep breaths in remembered Content.