I know that balance is an issue for all of us these days. I think it's something that is particular to our generation. Women and in particular, mothers, are still struggling to define themselves. We're still trying to find a happy medium between work, home, play and everything in between. And I find that even a balance in friendships is difficult these days. Finding the time to stay in touch or get together. Understanding that we all have different demands and that some friends can't give as much as they used to, or even understand what you need anymore. And in turn that our own lives don't allow us the energy to give as much as we would like to.
I've had a number of people come in to my life recently that I would very much like to spend more time with or time talking to or emailing and yet it can literally take me weeks to respond to an email. And I find myself saying that I'll return that phone call when I've got a quieter minute. When there is no such thing anymore.
Writing this blog is the same. I have so much I would like to say and yet I have so little time to sit down and write it. I am writing this post at 1.10am as a last ditch attempt to catch up before I get to go to bed. And I wanted it to be about why I'm collecting fabric and what it means to me, but that would take longer than I have and more brain cells than I can muster. So instead I'm cobbling together a post with the last few pics of the studio and hoping that you'll forgive me my apparent lack of care.
I constantly think that it must just be a case of planning better and wonder if I should use daily planners and spreadsheets and diaries etc. But I have this slightly irrational fear that if I get in to too much of a routine that I'll get stressed about slipping out of it! And I don't need more to be stressed about. Hmmm...
Is there something that I'm missing? How do you all manage to keep a balance in your lives? Or maybe you don't? Are we all just stumbling around, positive that we've forgotten something, because I have to say that that is the overriding sensation in my life - that I've forgotten something.
And then of course I walk in to the room to this scene, and realise that it's a pretty good ride I'm on and I wouldn't want to get off for all the tea in China.
I'm still pretty sure I've forgotten something...
Edited to say - Crap, I did forget something! I forgot to say that the wonderful picture in the first photo was my birthday present from the marvelous Kristy . Love it!
