...of course just look at the hype closely because all of that stuff translates to a big expensive house with a picket fence and nothing on the counters, a spotless vehicle (expensive too), children who never have stains on their clothes and have impeccable manners, pets who are the same (if they wear clothes; if not I guess they should not fart or chew up your rugs ever), a great body, a mate with a great body, yoga pants that cost half a paycheck and make your butt look fabulous, an awesome job, the ability to travel to remote and exotic locations to do yoga in those expensive yoga pants…should I go on?
Balance has become a joke. And a marketing scam. The truth is that in life there is rarely balance. To strive for it, even if you don’t fall for the hype, may just be more stress than it is worth. Honestly, maybe life shouldn’t be balanced. Life reflects our needs and our souls (hopefully) so when you have a need or things speak to your soul those things are automatically going to take priority over other things. You put your children first. That isn’t balance. But, it is important to you and it speaks to your soul. You want more than anything to paint, or to write. Then there is going to be little time for other things. That isn’t balance. But it is what you need in order to be whole.
I have felt for a long time that the whole “balance” movement is simply another way of shaming us into something that really isn’t natural (or needed) in the first place. I think that seeking balance in the manner society attempts to dictate it doesn’t necessarily make our lives more meaningful, transversely I believe it can actually make them less. This seeking minimizes what we truly want (and possibly what our own souls truly need). For years I played the balance game at the expense of my soul. I tried to fit all those things in that are supposed to matter, that I am supposed to do, consider everyone and their feelings and divvy up my time amongst 12 different priorities in order to achieve balance. And my soul eventually said “fuck this” and left for a good long while.
I’m not saying that we should all be selfish to the point of mistreating others but we have to ask ourselves if we include US as one of the others that we are considering in this juggling act of balance? And if so, just how much consideration are we giving to ourselves as compared to every other thing on the list? I think that most of us will find, if we are brutally honest, we come up short to the person that should mean the most.
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Trying to live well in every way...and sometimes laughing about it later.