Do you ever feel like you are the conductor and the musicians in the orchestra of your life? You are up there on the podium conducting the music of your work and your family while at the same sitting in the chairs playing not one but all of the instruments to make as harmonious a sound as possible. Flying from one chair to the next, picking up one instrument after another, turning page after page of music and in between each chair taking up the baton to point to the next section of the orchestra to add their melodies or supporting undertones you soon like a whirling dervish rather than any one distinct musician.
Just thinking about this person makes me exhausted. And yet, every day, thousands of women are playing out this scenario as they try to keep home and work balanced and full of joyful music.
It doesn’t take long for us to realize it cannot be sustained and the music becomes discordant and out of rhythm.
Balancing work and life is the question of our generation and I do not pretend to have a nice, neat answer to it. What I do know is that I do not have the time, energy or inclination to be all things to all people in my life. So I have to make choices. I have to work smarter not harder. I have to stop trying to be the jack of all trades wherever I find myself and accept my limitations with grace. AND I have to stop equating love with taking care of everyone and everything.
So what if instead of the above scenario you and I decided where in the orchestra our talents best belong. Am I/are you a percussionist, or a flutist, or a trumpeter or the conductor? Once we do that we can take our proper place and be part of the music rather than trying to be the music. And then we become the composer of time for ourselves.