I’ve been too busy. Feeling the weight of having not a moment to breath, to think, to be, I did what every working mother would do: I Googled “achieving work-life balance.”
The moment when the amazing that is Google becomes less than amazing: When an overwhelmed, stressed out woman suddenly has 5.1 million results through which to search to find that nugget of relevant, mind-blowing, life-changing strategy for achieving balance.
I persisted, clicking dutifully on the first in that list of 5.1 million. And right on the first page was this:
“Ask yourself, ‘If I could only focus on one thing in my life, what would it be?'”
My mind instantly screamed, “Writing!”
Thank god I didn’t say it out loud, with my five children within earshot. They are the most important thing in my whole entire world, but they get my attention. Every. Single. Day. My writing life? Yeah, not so much. My writing is on life support, full on machine-providing-both-oxygen-and-blood-circulation life support, with nary a breath or beat of its own.
I have a feeling that’s all about to change. Call it a whim. Call it a gut feeling. Call it mind-blowing, life-changing determination. It’s about to happen.
I hope you’ll join me.