Balance. Ah yes, that sweet state of equilibrium. I sometimes feel as though this cute, adorable state hides behind corners, in dark alleys, avoiding me at all costs. But wait, am I really seeking balance daily or am I just surrendering to the rate race that is life?
After putting some thought towards this question, I realize that I’m always rushing. Rushing to get to work, rushing to make sure every ball I’m juggling at work is flowing through the air swiftly, rushing to get home from work, rushing to make dinner, rushing to clean up after dinner, rushing, rushing, rushing. So when is my downtime? When is my time to do something I enjoy to do? Oh right, it’s waiting for me to make the time to do these things. Duh.
My Life As A New Wife 