Today call me tamed, for at least a little while; which is not to say my life’s what you’d call calm. Not exactly. But I have been lately striving to balance all there is to accomplish within these too-brief waking hours. And I dare say, I’ve made progress. Or regressed, as it were.
Surely I could spend every minute writing posts or revising novels, but I’d still find more words to be worked at the end of each day. If I set about only reading and commenting on other blogs, new posts would appear before I finished those awaiting my attention. And were I to devote myself strictly to being the consummate wife, mother, homemaker? I’d never surface for air.
(Also, please don’t call me Shirley.)*
In truth, it’s unrealistic to choose a single path and seek perfection. We’re family members and friends; co-workers and partners; inside and out of our homes, we trudge through the mundane in order to free ourselves for the sublime.
Balancing pieces of ourselves, we weigh priorities and shuffle to-do lists addressing each responsibility as it becomes eminent.
(Except maybe the laundry. As it turns out, laundry can wait.)
And while stumbling through this life hoping for success and shaking off failure, I occasionally meet someone who makes me smile and nod and think. A person who forces me to laugh out loud (but never LOL) and who tugs at my heartstrings (or in this case, my ovaries).
Yes, KLZ of Taming Insanity has a two-year-old and a newborn so adorable I’d gladly trade kids. (Jack and Karly, if you’re reading this? I’m joking. I wouldn’t be glad. Mostly.)
KLZ was among the first to offer support and advice when I was flailing around blog-land and Twitter; and I admire her authenticity, her humor, her strength. At this moment, besides juggling Taming Insanity, Eli Rose, Twitter and Facebook, she’s welcoming a new baby, a new home, a new life.
Therefore, it’s my honor to lighten her load with a guest post today. Click here to read my take on the wonderful world of blog comments. And don’t be afraid to LOL. Just be sure to spell the words out, or I’ll assume you mean Lots of love.**
*That was for you, Dad.
**That was for you, Linda.
And to everyone else: Let’s all regress together.