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.
Well, if any of you have missed my little reflections, you can thank Sabrina over and familyandfootprints.com for calling me back to the blogging community. She invited me to pen some reflections on my expat experience for her amazing blog over at familyandfootprints.com. You can check out the post here.
Also – it seems fitting that, on the day I publish my thoughts about the anniversary of our departure from Milan, Princess Imagination and the Gigglemonster decided to wear their old school uniforms to school. Apparently, they miss it too.
You can take them out of Italy, but they still have the clothes.