There never seems to be enough weeks in a day. A friend’s blog post, Over-stimulated, cause me to reflect on the ever constant competition for our time. She shared her happiness of being a mom, wife and young woman. Her expression was not unusual at the busyness of activity and the ability to absorb or savor each second. We are blessed to watch this energetic family grow.

Scarcity is an economic term which seems to apply here. Less availability translates into greater value. But would it be so wonderful to live with Willy Wonka at the Chocolate Factory where there is, “So much time and so little to do?” Would living in an abundance of time cause us to disregard its value as we often lose sight of the significance of air or water?

As parents, and even as not, there is an endless “bucket list” of joys the world has to offer. If we live here it would be fun to be there. When we are experiencing this, our thoughts wander off to missing that. As we tire we seek to relax yet soon enough we are in want of new things to go and to do. Spending time with family and friends we long for moments alone.

Satisfaction is supposedly found in balance. A balanced diet, balanced schedule, balanced family, balanced budget and balanced career; in effect we are seeking a balanced life. Have you arrived? Take a moment and ponder the concept of balance in any aspect of your life. What does that look like to you? Will that appear healthy to me? We may disagree.

Have you ever watched funambulism (rope walking)? Some of the performers use tools for balance, others none; some are on tight rope and others on slack rope. The wire may be a few feet off the ground to hundreds of yards from the surface. What they all have in common is a degree of risk at a complete loss of equilibrium, a fall. I say complete loss as there are moments of temporary instability. Remaining on the wire regardless of a waver or wobble is success.

Our children and grandchildren will grow up and away. Parents age and pass to us the responsibility of their legacy. Our intimate relationships with our mates are bound by shared endeavors, tragedy, sacrifice and reminiscences. Friends come and go. Work is always existent.  What are we to do?

Life is full of trade-offs. Prioritize as we may, and we should, there will always be opportunity loss. We will miss out on something with someone which would have provided delight and memories. All we can do is to strive to choose well, be where we are, and find contentment in the encounters we are given. It reminds me of a poem attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt by many web sources.

Today is a gift. That’s why they call it the present.

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
if he betrays you twice, it is your fault.
Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events;
small minds discuss people. He who loses money, loses much;
he who loses a friend, loses much more; he who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
but beautiful old people are works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.
Friends, you and me. . . you brought another friend. . .
and then there were three. . .
we started our group. . .
our circle of friends. . .
and like that circle. . .
there is no beginning or end. . .
yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift.
That is why they call it the present.

-Eleanor Roosevelt

What suggestions do you have to juggling time and relational resources?


Sources: (accessed May 13, 2012) (accessed May 13, 2012)

About sturner2

I am curious, not fearful or unafraid. I have delivered babies into this world. I have held the dying until their departure. Life, what is if for? What is it about? Do I know or don't I? Knowledge is elusive and never complete. The more I know, the more I know I don't know. My boss once asked me if I knew what I was doing. "No sir," was my reply, "but that has never stopped me before." This is one of those valuable lessons my mom taught me. Just because you don't know doesn't mean you shouldn't. I am willing. I am not always able. I have heard that "If it is worth doing, it is worth doing until you get it right." Here am I, send me. What is there about me that is different than all the rest? Possibly not all that much. I am a soul longing to do more, share more and know more. Born into a body in 1960, my parents raised me and continue to show me. My wife loves me. My children teach me. My friends stand by me. I share in this journey with many others. I am grateful. I have experienced more than 30 years as a husband, more than 30 years as a dad, and more than 30 years in the fire service. I continue to grow, feel and learn; and too, I diminish, numb, and forget. In honor or disgrace, blame or praise, I am prepared.
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5 Responses to Balance

  1. free penny press says:

    If I were to give anyone advice on ways to live more in the “now” which includes many of the thing syou discussed i would have to say start within.. Are you happy? Would you enjoy being with you? What things would you like to see/do that would bring more joy to your life? Many of us live for our parents, partner, children, jobs etc and our true selves get ignored.. Not that those other things do not have an important place but it really all starts with “us”..
    just my 2 cents..

    • sturner2 says:

      Certainly a starting point is necessary and I find that the “You Are Here” arrow pointing to self seems a natural. Thank you for sharing your sense with us; I am sure there is much in your account.

  2. Genie says:

    Still working on that balance thing. Perhaps my rope needs tightening and I probably could use a big umbrella – colorful one of course.

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