Hello SOTGC community,
My husband and I got Rosie, our 17-year-old black lab, when our daughter was just 13 months old. As a toddler, my daughter would lay on the floor, watching cartoons, using Rosie as a giant pillow under her head. The two of them grew up together. My daughter, now 18, has no memory of life without Rosie in it.
On Easter Sunday, Rosie’s tired, arthritic body had finally had enough. Every time she tried to stand up her back legs crumbled under the weight of her 75-pound body. The three of us looked at each other and, with silent anguish, knew it was time.
The following Monday we stayed home to spend one last day with our sweet girl. My husband carried Rosie outside so she could get her fill of sunshine and sniffs. We brushed her coat, rubbed her ears, and allowed her an unlimited assortment of her favorite treats.
We laughed and reminisced about the mischief Rosie got into as a pup. We cried, imagining how empty the house would be without her. We spoiled her rotten (as if she hadn’t been thoroughly spoiled her entire life) before driving her to the vet and saying our final goodbyes.
Balance Ain’t All It’s Cracked up to Be
I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole balance thing lately, especially since Easter, and quite frankly the whole concept irks me a little.
The phrase work-life balance conjures images of a two-sided scale on which work items and life items are strictly divided, mutually exclusive, yet equal in weight or value.
I love my work and it’s a huge part of who I am. I’m blessed to have found a career that is aligned with my strengths, values, and passions. I truly believe that through coaching and developing people-centered leaders, I have found my purpose, my calling.
But let’s be clear, my job will never – I repeat never – be equal in value or importance to my family, my friends, and the other precious aspects of my life.
What I realized is that I don’t want balance. I want harmony. Without harmony I feel as if all the parts of my life are working against each other, vying for equal time, energy, and attention. With harmony, however, all those same parts don’t just blend together, they enhance each other, they bring out the beauty of each other. With harmony, my life becomes a symphony
I guarantee that in 10 years I won’t remember anything about the meetings I missed or the appointments I had to reschedule on that mournful Monday. I will, however, always remember that I was there to hold and comfort my daughter through one of the deepest pains she has ever experienced. I will be a better, more whole, more harmonious person for experiencing it alongside her.
What are your thoughts on balance and harmony? Please join the conversation and share your comments below.