Out of balance

Lately it feels as though I go to bed each night feeling as though I neglected someone or something in my life.  One month into my return to work from a maternity leave and I am already struggling to keep my head above water.  While I may be partially to blame since I tend to pack on a lot of responsibilities in my life, having multiple responsibilities keeps me stimulated and challenges my mind.  Juggling a full time job, a baby, graduate studies and the day to day roles that help make up my identity, I think I may have bit off more than I could chew this time around.

You see there is too much going on in my life these days and I know I am not alone.  I am hoping that someone or many people will reach out to me after today and share those words of wisdom that helped them get through their rough attempt of trying to get everything done.

Prioritize.   That word is just not what I need to hear these days because it comes with a harsh reality that despite how hard I have been working, it isn’t enough for some.  Perhaps I worked very hard in school that day but then brought it home and was not available for my family. Who is more important? The child? The husband? The dog? The students? Self?  Sure, many of you are likely answering this for me, but try it and you will see that on any given day, a choice needs to be made and someone seems to be left behind.  Prioritizing is what I have been trying to do for the past month and has left me feeling that there must be a better solution out there.

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The chatter that goes on inside my head as strive to juggle everything is incessant.  Shall I take the 30 minutes that I have and sit and blog, call my students social worker, send an email, exercise, vacuum the dust bunny who has been given a name, get started on research for my graduate studies, pet my dog, call my sister, call a friend, correct student work, take a nap, iron my shirts for work or simply brush my hair?   In the 30 minutes “free time” that I have, there is no possibility to get everything done of course.  The issue with prioritizing is that the same tasks tend to make their way to the front and nothing else gets past.  So you would have it that one month in I stare at my ashen reflection in the mirror and notice the expanded waistline.  In one month the healthy glow I had has already vanished as I have taken the back burner.  So has the dog who seeks solace from my husband, who I may start referring to as my “roomie”.   My family is important and my work is important, but so are the friendships that I have and the relationship and respect that I am able to maintain for myself.

I don’t have it figured out yet and don’t know anyone who has.  I do know that I will work towards restoring balance, one day at a time.  In the meantime, if you are on the receiving end of my neglect, please be patient and be kind.  Remember that you are important to me and not forgotten.  Just take a number and get in line…

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In darkness there is also light…

September 11th is a time for many to mourn but it is also a time of hope and beauty for people like me.  I am a very empathetic person and please understand that I am fully aware that the tragedy that occurred on September 11th was unjust and has touched many families and friends in ways that I do not EVER want to experience, but there are many tragedies and unwarranted things that occur every day on this Earth that we don’t pay attention to at all or for very long.  Although Canada and the United States are close allies, September 11th may not be a sad day for all, and in my case, it is not a sad day for me.

I was induced at nearly 42 weeks gestation on the early morning of the 10th of September ,yet my daughter held out until September 11th.  The birth of my daughter is a reminder of the miracle of life and how precious it is.  Many people often react negatively to my daughter’s birth date, as though she should have been born any other day, but NOT on September 11th.  What we must remember is that there is no perfect day for a baby to be born.   Every day is a perfect day for the miracle of life.

This past year I have wished many things for my daughter and there are many more to come.  One such wish that I will have each year is for my daughter to celebrate her birthday with her family and friends; for every year that she gets to do this is a sign of life and that she is healthy and alive.  I wish for everyone, that their joyous celebrations, whichever day they may fall on, not be tainted by the crueler parts of our humanity.

Although today may be a day of mourning for some , it can also serve as a reminder to honour the people that died by living our lives to the best that we can.  Take a moment to tell someone how much you care, or genuinely appreciate your surroundings and what you have.

Today, I will hug my daughter, tell her how much I love her and celebrate her life.

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