I am grateful for 2HelpfulGuys and Morning Coffee. Reading this while chilling with stranger friends, and sometimes writing too. I’m at Park City Roasters, a favorite healing, people place. This scene makes me HAPPY. What a crazy week of run, run, run, and waiting through temporary displacement. No problem. Found a new wifi hide out (not here). Good stuff. So this staging is the result of awaiting the completion of the county road paving project, some six months in the making. Bah! to secondary water projects. This good too. The lane is shaping up soooooo nicely…smoove asphalt. Ah…..home. “Take me home, country road.” Thanks, John……Denver that it. ha ha.
When we were children, time didn’t occur to us. All our activities fit perfectly into the day. Unless the sun was going to bed, our time seemed endless, wistfully passing by.
Our parents dealt with our schedules, moving and shifting around hockey practices with dentist appointments. Our lives were handled in their responsible care and we were blissful.
Soon after, we matured into self-sustaining adults with our own work schedules and responsibilities. We began to focus on time; trying to fit all the minutiae tightly in.
Then, we became obsessed with time. We became obsessed with balance. It seems that most of us endlessly sought a balanced life.
However, the ‘balanced life’ does not exist.
One of life’s biggest lies is the notion of a balanced life. Nothing ever achieves absolute balance. Nothing.
Between professional and personal life, striving for that perfect balance is most peoples’ mislead goal that they find…
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