There is this certain notion that permeates our society and I find it to be both particularly destructive and, well, totally wrong. That notion is this: work and life are separate things and we must work tirelessly at achieving balance between them in order to lead happy, productive, and worthy lives.
Whenever this topic is broached, it’s always done by stating that there is Work and there is Life – the discussion therefore begins by stating the assumption, like it’s a given or universal truth, that work and life separate things entirely. That each person will have these two plates to juggle and balance and that achieving that balance? It’s hard. But it is important – vital! – to your happiness. Your worthiness. Your completeness.
It’s almost 9PM on Tuesday. The kids are asleep and you know what? They’ve been amazing all day. We’ve been amazing.
Someday I am going to publish this story, in its entirety. I’m not sure when, but perhaps that’s irrelevant. The relevant portion? It’s that I can’t contain myself, I simply must write this. And so I present to you, a story. My story. A piece of it.
We are put on this earth to connect with one another. Connection is what gives meaning and purpose to our lives. – Brené Brown
Over the past few weeks I’ve written
possibly more than I should have a lot on the topic of connecting, and then I started to couple the concept of connections with the notion of fear and being courageous – because it’s so amazing what can happen when you’re able to move past the fear and into… what?