Balance

I was going to do a live video today. Why didn’t I?

Balance.

I don’t normally choose a word for the year, but a few weeks ago I stood at the kitchen island prepping dinner and I started sobbing. “Balance,” I cried, when Jim came downstairs and asked me what was wrong. “I have no balance.”

Despite telling myself all during treatment that I would never go back to constant work, late dinners, and never doing anything just for me, that’s exactly where I was. Up at five or six, writing for a couple of hours (at least I was doing that), and then working until seven or…