@postaday. (well, kinda.)
Striking a balance in life means striking a balance in each of life’s compartments. And that hasn’t been happening for me in all of my compartments. It makes me sad, embarrassed, and disappointed. It also makes me want to be better at those parts of life that are rather deficient. Or where I’m insufficient. Being alone and being quiet is quite therapeutic, and I’ve been given plenty of alone time this week. Self therapy. I wish there was a magic pill that I could take each morning that would make everything work out the way it should.
Such is life. Next week will be better.