It's not much fun unless it's going up and down.
I read part of an article recently about achieving balance in one's life. The article asked various authors of self-help books what balance means to them. I think it was Simple magazine-I can retrace my steps if anyone is interested.
I asked myself the same question, me being the supposed, but not confirmed, authority on me, and the answer I received is that balance is an urban myth. Balancing your life, in my opinion, is like telling the tide to stop rising at that perfect place just a few feet from your beach blanket. You can't stop the ebb and flow of your life any more than you can stop the tide from rising or going out, try as you might, with your routines, systems and advance planning.
So what is balance, then, and why do we covet it? Do we focus on balance at the expense of flow?
The closest I come to what some might describe as balance is when I am fully engaged in the moment. It might be cooking, playing a game of Yahtzee with littleb, writing a post, or cleaning out a cupboard. Whatever it is, I'm in the zone. There is a feeling of contentment and good will. If I could string a lifetime's worth of these moments together, I could live in balance, but that's not my goal. A perfectly balanced teeter-totter might be fun for a moment, but it's the ups and downs that make it interesting.