balance.

I don't claim to be a good multi-tasker. You know most women, we seem to think we are. We can fix dinner, console our friend on the phone, change batteries in a favorite toy, change an empty toilet paper role, all with a baby on our hip and the family continually asking "when's dinner?" We may think we're the great mystics of time but at what cost? Our minds. That's what.

Lately, along with the valuable lesson on Patience I've been having to learn (ask the Georgia Board of Nursing how I'm doing on that one), I have also been learning about the grand illusive one: Balance.

Balance is much more mysterious that Patience. Patience is out there, you've been learning its tricks since you were 5 and your Mom wanted you to sit quietly at church. But Balance is the new kid on the block. He outruns you, has a better bike and you wish he would go find someone else to taunt.

Balance makes me wonder how I can get 40 hours of work done in 12, without feeling like I haven't touched any of it.

Balance looks great on the outside, you feel great just saying it. "I am very balanced." Seems like everything is great, but really my life doesn't look how I feel.

Here's what my balance is starting to look like:

packing up boxes...

Summer fun in the sun...
(notice this outweighs the others for now)

this is our little girl...we've renamed her "mud magnet"

pulling out the books to study...

I'm not claiming that I've got this Balance thing pegged down yet. But we are starting to get to know each other.  Maybe someday all of this will make sense. For now, with a little patience, I'll just keep trying.