In the midst of daily life, balance sometimes becomes an issue.
I’ve had a week where work at the day job has not been balanced with the private, non-work life. Laundry hasn’t been washed. The bed has not been made. And snacking has replaced healthful eating.
So today, bills are paid. The third load of laundry is almost finished. French toast and sausage was the breakfast, along with an orange and coffee. A prescription refill is phoned in. The bed is made.
Last evening I sat in front of a Monet triptych at the Saint Louis Art Museum, then enjoyed a scrumptious homemade dinner with friends, followed by more wine and conversation and a warm night in the living room instead of on icy streets.
And I feel a bit more balanced.
I also caught up on some correspondence from the home email account, and I hugged Samson the Feist for a while. (I am considering what to do with his teeth, as we are reaching a crisis place with them.)
An adult student arrives for a voice lesson in a few minutes, after which I’ll try to balance things at the office with several hours there before going to see the early performance of Sunday in the Park with George at the Rep, with four of my students in what is reportedly an extraordinary cast.
