A Season of Balance

These days feel so very full. Between preparing for a move, caring for children, tending to work, and trying to keep up with all the little details of life, I often notice how stretched I’ve become. Some days, it feels like I’m running ahead of myself, always trying to catch up.

What I long for most is a simpler rhythm. A home that feels like the steady center: slow mornings, cozy evenings, and space to be fully present with the ones I love. Yet often, work follows me past its hours, and creative projects spill into the late corners of the day.

I’ve been wondering if the answer might be simpler than I’ve allowed myself to imagine: fewer outside demands, more presence here. Even a shift toward something steady and straightforward — an evening job that begins and ends at the door — could give me back that margin I keep missing. Then my days could open up again: for family, for teaching, and for creating at a gentler pace.

It’s not easy to give myself permission to choose less. Stepping back can look like failure, but perhaps it’s really an act of care — a way to protect the life I want most.

This is a season of transition: a new house, new rhythms, children growing before my eyes. I can’t do everything, and I don’t need to. What I need is balance: work that stays at work, space for home, and the courage to let the rest wait.

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With warmth,
Sam