I just moved the furniture around in my house. I don’t teach subjects the same way more than once. I change my haircut at least once a year, and usually it’s more often than that.
While I am pathologically resistant to almost all varieties of significant change, I thrive on mixing things up in very small, non-threatening ways. Hence, the furniture, the lesson plans, the haircuts…and, with frequent regularity, the face of my blog.
I thought that “If I Ran the Zoo” was appropriate for my perspective on life– it allowed for things to be a little hectic but still made me the zookeeper, even if I was just a hypothetical one. But lately, even hypothetical control over the most basic elements of my daily life has proven to be elusive, and it’s forced me to acknowledge what’s been true all along: life does not go the way I tell it to.
So, I’m giving up on that. What I’ve decided to seek instead is not control but balance, in areas both big…
(work vs. family
wife vs. mom
desire vs. obligation
contentment vs. striving
rest vs. productivity)
…and small
(cooking vs. eating out
shortcuts vs. real cleaning
literature vs. fluff reads
mocha vs. chai tea latte)
I thought about using the title “Life in Balance,” but that sounded too confident, too complete. So I shortened it to a simple imperative, naming not only my final goal but the command I need to remember every day.