I’m not the type to blame my character flaws on astrology, but I do believe I fit the description of a Libra freakishly well. As an October baby, I have trouble making decisions, I love love, and I require a great deal of balance in life in order to be happy. Luckily, decisions can be made by playing the hold-your-breath-close-your-eyes-and-POINT-to-one game, and I’ve got my love to keep me warm. (D’aww.)
Balance, however, is slightly more difficult to achieve. These days, every day is a whirlwind of activity. Each morning starts easily enough: I drive my luxuriously short commute to work and am there from 9 to 2:30. Them’s part-time hours. But for the past three-plus months, I’ve tacked on an additional 30-minute drive after that to go work for two hours in the city at Urbanite magazine as their editorial intern. (If you’ve been reading Witty Title Here, that should sound vaguely familiar.) When I’m done there, I’m just in time for rush hour. On a great day, it’ll only take half an hour to get home. On a bad day, you can find me adding curse words to G-rated songs for a solid hour.
I’ll be finishing up my office hours at Urbanite soon, and then I’ll be starting a paid project. Which is exciting, because it’s paid. But it’ll still make for a lot of driving. So how, in the meantime, do I maintain my sanity and fit in exercise, blogging, occasional freelancing, laundry, family bonding, and zombie zone-out time for that balance I oh-so-crave?
For the past three months, it’s been hard. I picked up the editorial gig mainly as a way to boost my resume and get some valuable experience. But I also did it because, at the time, I felt a great sense of imbalance. I had more down-time than work-time. Which, as I type this, sounds glorious. But I hate wasting time, and I felt like I was letting that happen. Now, I don’t have enough hours in the day. Maybe I should look up characteristics of a Libra again. Is “never satisfied” one of them?
This weekend, however, I felt like I got to do everything I’ve been meaning to do. Aside from being social (wahoo!), I got in a run with John, sat in the sun with a good book, finally put all my winter clothes in storage, washed my car and was therefore responsible for the rain, and cleaned my room. A combination of productivity and relaxation makes for a VERY happy me. And because I tend to go awhile between room cleanings, I thought I’d better take some photos of it while it’s still cute: