For Cecily
I originally posted this on my old blog -- it was a meme -- I had certain amount of words to stay within and express my life, or something like that.
Cecily's post yesterday (July 31, 2008) made me think of it.
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I'm working the switchboard -- it's low rate hour on mother's day -- pets, husband, stepchild, other mother, children, parents and grandparents, sisters, friends, ornery neighbor, calendar days to remember, flying time and grocery stores. I am blessed beyond reason. I am broken to the core. Balance is a funny little word. Where is my village?
Cecily's post yesterday (July 31, 2008) made me think of it.
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I'm working the switchboard -- it's low rate hour on mother's day -- pets, husband, stepchild, other mother, children, parents and grandparents, sisters, friends, ornery neighbor, calendar days to remember, flying time and grocery stores. I am blessed beyond reason. I am broken to the core. Balance is a funny little word. Where is my village?
Labels: personal autonomy is a myth
posted by kim at
2:28 PM
7 Comments:
I LOVE it!!
Kim, I LOVE you. That is the perfect PERFECT way to say what I have been feeling. I cannot imagine a better way.
Someday, someday, we will meet. And it will be fabulous.
Thanks for the love, girls!
I know about the fabulous! Don't you wish there were a portal to a blogger park, and we could meet up and chat while the kids did the park thing...or something like that. Portal to girls night out while the dad's are watching the kids.
love it!!
and let me know when portal park day occurs! i'll be there! :)
I wouldn't let you miss it kay!
Damn. Beautiful! I just minutes ago read another blogpal's thoughts on balance. I need to read this stuff, I tell you.
Can't remember how to do the link thing, so I'll cut and paste:
From Kevin over at It Only Looks Random:
Q. How do you balance work, writing, and a social life?
A. I do not find a balance. At any given moment I am always too much in my mental health work, or too much in my writing, or too much in my relationships, or too much in myself. Overall there is a certain evening out, an averaging or leveling or a centering. A pendulum swinging through several dimensions, perhaps. But just as walking forward is a series of interrupted falls, I think all progress -- all growth -- is the product of purposeful imbalance.
oh that's good! Thanks for posting it here.
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