Balance

Balance is an important part of life. You must have balance, or the illusion of, in order to not completely collapse into a pile of mush and become part of the earth. Or hold yourself and cry in the corner of a dark room. hahahaha

Lately I've been challenged to find balance. To partake in a juggling act now known as MY LIFE. I've discovered that the number one way to find balance and not lose control is to not lose your mind and just_don't_care about things you have no control over. So much energy can be wasted on reacting to things that you just might not have control over.

Here is an example:

Rob gave his notice at the beginning of March to move out of his apartment by April 1st. Now, if it were me I would have immediately started to pack. A little a time, but gradually get it done. Seeing as how most of the stuff was going into our storage locker I would have done that prior to the end of the month because we are moving the office at the end of the month. Why complicate things by moving two places at once? WELL...... On the evening of March 30th I showed up at his apartment after work to discover that Mr. Mayhew didn't do anything. Nothing. Not one box was packed, not one room was cleaned..... I couldn't believe it. So I did what any loving person would do: attack the bathroom. I had it packed and cleaned within 20 minutes. I would have done more but I had to go to a Strata Council meeting (because I thought I didn't have enough to do, I joined strata).

I left Rob in his apartment, on hold with Telus. The next afternoon, now the 31st, we arrive back at his apartment only to discover that he didn't do anything after I had left. Nothing. Not one box was packed, not one room was cleaned. I couldn't believe it. So once again I did what any loving person would do: attack the entire apartment. His friend Joel came by (thank god) to help load up the van Rob had rented. OH, did I mention that early in the day Robbie went to get a storage locker he upgraded, got us a couple months free (yay!) but the catch: we had to be out of our old locker by 8pm that night. OH_MY_GOD. I could have killed him.

Lots of people would have reacted badly to the above situation. However I didn't because losing my mind wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't have made us go back in time and have everything done in a neat and orderly way. It wouldn't have changed anything . So why bother? Why waste energy on things that just_wouldn't_change if you did?

Sigh, there's more to type but alas I'm wanted at the old office.