I usually laugh at parents that post about the mythical beast of “balance” between work and home. I do this usually because it seems like the search is for the one “right” answer, and anybody who has been playing this high wire act long enough knows… there is no one right answer, nor is it even really a constant. It changes as life changes.
I have basically considered myself pretty lucky. I have for the most part been able to find a situation that has worked well for me. Sure, I have passed over a few promotions and positions that would have paid more, but required extensive travel. But the reality is that I have had that luxury. I have still managed to make a good enough living, and still managed to be around for LatteGirl. Have a missed some things or am I around as much as I would like to be? Of course not, but I have found a place that works for me.
Well, I did. But now that is being challenged. I got an offer that is too good to refuse. There is some risk involved (minimal) but high reward potential. But it means longer hours, more travel, and a whole lot more stress. Oh sure I guess I could quit and look for something else, but there is no guarantee that this would provide me with any more flexibility. I can almost certainly make as much if not more money if I start to commute into Manhattan again. But, even when I was managing to find the time to be home, I was so wiped out, that I might as well not have been home at all.
So, what is my point? I guess a big mea culpa. That even if you accept that “balance” is whatever you can do, there are going to be times, that you will still feel off balance. That even if you know the beast if only a myth, you will still at times find yourself struggling to find him.


