I have a problem with balance. It’s inevitable that, just when I start succeeding in one area of my life, another starts to collapse.
When I was a journalist, it was all about my career, dating, friends, and kickboxing. I didn’t write a word of fiction for years. When I first started out in communications, my personal writing flourished but my work life suffered. I let my current job take over my life in the beginning, then didn’t give it enough consideration (to my great detriment), and now it’s asserting its position in my life again. What frustrates the hell out of me is that now, when I’m finally working on a new novel consistently for the first time in years, and still carving out time to get back into shape, other parts of my life are suffering.
The Boy feels neglected. My cats (especially that ultimate lovesuck, Chloe) are getting a little destructive from lack of attention. (She’s sitting on my lap as I write this.) I rarely see my friends (although I did have a cherished date night with one of my best girls yesterday), and the house is a disaster half the time. And laundry? Don’t even talk to me about laundry! The pile I’ve accumulated could have its own zip code. Most of all, I miss having time to myself, time when there are no demands or obligations. Spare time seems like an impossible dream right now. If I do get a day off, I have a list of tasks as long as my arm, and I’m either getting them done or feeling guilty about not getting them done. It’s a lose-lose situation, and it’s only going to get worse when I return to the dojo next month.
I have no idea how parents manage to do anything beyond work to pay the bills and raise their kids. I can barely get myself up and ready on time, let alone manage an unruly toddler.
I’m hoping my readers might have some suggestions for me. How do you keep your life in balance? Or do I have to accept that a few areas of my life are always going to suffer? I’ve lost friends due to my crazy schedule (although that was before I was writing fiction). I’ve lost sleep. I’ve made stupid mistakes at work, and I’ve definitely pissed off my fair share of significant others.
I know that when I achieve my goal of writing full-time, and I no longer have to juggle writing with a full-time job and a freelance business, this will all get easier. And all the struggles I’ve had will seem worth it. But in the meantime, if you’ll permit me a little negativity, it really sucks.
Anyone know a laundress for hire, cheap? Bonus if she/he irons!