When I hear about finding balance in life, this is what I picture:
Isn't that amazing! That's just what I imagine. All the disparate pieces of life moving in different directions, stacked precariously, then magically . . . balance. Everything just works.
If only I could find that perfect spot.
But what I've found is more like this (just the first 25 seconds):
Still amazing and almost magical, but there is one important difference. His body is always in motion. He is making thousands of small almost imperceptible adjustments.
That is more like my life. Things move. Change. I find myself out of balance and I have to make adjustments. Sometimes I'm leaning all the way to one side and have to throw my leg out in the other direction just to keep everything from crashing down.
I guess what I'm saying is that balance isn't a destination. It's an active state that requires strength and maintenance. But in those fleeting times when you achieve it . . . well, I'll let you know how that feels when I experience it.