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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The art of balance

Almost a week has past with no post...

I've thought all week about all the little things I could write about. The stripper that applied for a job in customer service, for example, or the penis shaped Cheeto one of my co-workers found in her cheesy poof bag...

I could write about the state of a world in which Sudafed sales are bigger than actual prescriptions.

But the topic that always seems to dominate, is Time. (Time, time, time is what turns kittens into cats, Mr.Spike...)

Time is what turns children into adults, adults into old men and women... Time is what passes with or without your permission. Time is what's wasted as we work, as we sleep, as we dream.

So in the end, what's important? What do we give our time to? Do we stay with our husbands for the evening, when we know we should be writing, or do we stay up and hour late to play with our sons?

Do we neglect the cleaning, the laundry, do we say no to that social engagement we Really want to go to, or do we wake up at 5 in the morning, and go to bed at midnight to fit all in.

Yes (and no) to all of the above. IF you want something badly enough, you'll do what you have to do. You'll find the balance somewhere. Because if you want it badly enough you'll do it. If you don't, you'll drown it in.

I don't want to drown, so this is me: dog paddling...

3 comments:

Crystal Phares said...

If you want a swimming buddy, always know that I'm here... We can do this.

Travis Erwin said...

Glug, glug.

Live and Learn the Hard Way said...

This so perfectly describes the kind of drowning I am most likely to do. Time is the after all the great equalizer and no one gets an exemption.