When I visualize "balance" I picture a skinny, frail tightrope walker high up in the air, carefully trying to balancing all aspects of a life on the ends of a too-long balance poles. "Stability," on the other hand, seems much more stout to me. Assuredly (and perhaps boringly) plodding along on firm ground.
For so long I've been seeking balance in my life. How can I balance sleep, family, work, fun, friends, travel, and paying the mortgage? How can I cram too much into an already full life? But as it turns out, stability is the one that found me--and I couldn't be happier. As of August 30th, Brian will be turning in his freelance-writer gig for a pretty amazing (but still secret) full-time job.
This most definitely means change in our lives. We're trading the month-long house swaps and having both of us at home with Declan full-time for paid health insurance and a regular paycheck. I'll still be working at piddix full-time, but will also take on more childcare and house responsibilities. Two or three years ago I'm not sure I would have been ready for this. The freedom we've enjoyed in both travel and home-life have been great. But with Declan heading off to preschool in the Fall the timing feels fortuitous. I'm quite ready to take a deep breath on firm ground.
So while I wasn't seeking stability, happily, it found me.