I know I'm not the only one out there on a quest to find more balance in my life. Unfortunately, it's rarely a question of will I drop a ball today, it's how many balls will be dropped and who will be affected by my lack of perfection. My husband says that my self-expectations are too high. While that's probably true (my fatal flaw is that I am prone to taking on too much), I do pride myself in picking many of those balls back up eventually.
My lack of juggling stamina has never been more evident than now, as I've been pressing forward, determined to find my way as a children's writer. It is said that in order for a writer to be successful these days, you must maintain a social platform as well as find time for your craft. And to be fair, I do enjoy maintaining a public image on this blog, on Twitter, and on Facebook. But facing the social media monster day after day can be treacherous to my time, my family, and my sanity. I feel like a struggling addict-- there are the good days when I keep my exposure to a minimum, and then there are the bad days when resistance is futile, and I've lost myself to the Social Media Borg.
Which brings me to today's little ditty...
S ucking me in and swallowing whole,
O ne after another, we all pay the toll.
C aught up
I n the
whirlwind,
A nonymous cloud,
L eave our bags at the door and prepare to be wowed.
M indless machine,
E ntertain and
D evour!
I give
myself freely—
A bduct my last hour.
© 2013 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
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