I don't know exactly when it happened, but there was a moment somewhere around two years ago when I thought to myself, "I have got this thing all figured out. HUZZAH!" There was some back-patting and gloating and general wondering why everybody thought the whole work/life balance thing was so hard. I had it down and then some.
Let's all take a moment to mock me for being smug, mmkay? Because HOOBOY have I fallen from my pedestal.
You'd think seven years of practice would have taught me how to keep juggling when everything starts exploding, but it hasn't. At all. Lately I've found myself just sort of standing around with my arms at my sides as all of the balls go crashing to the ground.
Which is all to say I'm doing a whole lot of things all over the place lately, but I'm not doing any of them well.
I kind of know what needs to happen to get back on track. Mostly. It's going to be a slow process, but I figured the best way to kick it all off was to pick up all those balls and launch them at everyone. I did exactly that this past Saturday when I decided we were all taking a mini vacation to 7 Springs to go snow tubing.
Throwing snowballs and hurling down a hill with friends is a GREAT way to get that most important ball back in the air.
Alexis had a great time, as did I. So I think that counts as two things back on track.
