The best part about airports lies in what they symbolize. Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city to end in another hundreds of thousand miles away. You enter from a desert and exit into summer. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign. Or vice versa. An airport is a place of transit, and not just geographically. I wish there was som sort of time-lapse to show how people change between departures and arrivals. When I arrive back from being away, I’m never the same person as when I left.
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I guess for me, balance isn’t about treating your time like a pie chart and dividing it into equally sized slices for you, the kids, work, and so on.
It’s about the quality of how you spend your time, not the quantity – are you being present and focused on whatever you’re doing while you’re doing it? I truly believe that’s how you can be the best version of yourself, whether you’re in work mode, mom mode, or wife mode.
When I know I’m giving my undivided attention in each of these areas, I don’t feel so guilty about the time spend away from them.
Note I said not ‘so’ guilty. This is a work in progress.
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