They tell me I’m supposed to find a balance:
between work and play
between rest and responsibility
between activity and contemplation
between care for others and restorative care of self.
sometimes all this balancing just feels like one more task I must perfect.
all the delicately balanced weights will all come crashing down.
the goal is not the static stillness of a balanced scale.
Perhaps the object I must balance on is actually a swing,
and my task is to kick out my legs,
and enjoy the ride.