When I was in grad school, I talked to a friend who told me that work-life balance is a myth. I thought she just had poor time management skills. Little did I know that life would start stacking things on my plate and that soon I would learn.
When you are trying to run your own business, the hours don’t neatly divide themselves into categorized little blocks. The ratio of work to cycling to sleeping to just having fun becomes amorphous. Some days, the workday unofficially ends at 2 or 3pm. Other days, it starts at 7am and goes until 10pm.
Balance is a myth. Out of everything being juggled, one aspect of life sprints to the forefront until a line- real or imaginary is crossed. Then, that thing falls back into the shadows while something else emerges. It’s like a constant criterium with rotating leaders.
For the past couple of weeks, my scales have been tipped in a direction that I’m not too comfortable or familiar with. I put my head down and keep trudging forward because I know that soon enough, the pendulum will reach the end of its range and start to turn back in the opposite direction.