For every season...

I'm becoming more accepting of the seasons in my life.

The last few years, I've been balancing writing, crafts, exercise, volunteer work, and general down time. In the winter, I beat myself up for not exercising. In the summer, I beat myself up about not knitting. Uh huh. Not knitting.

Anyway, I've decided that I have a dormant period. It's called winter. Yes, I toboggan and walk in the snow, and I am comfortable running in the rain in the fall and the spring. But when winter comes with its dark mornings and evenings, I enjoy quiet time at home in the evenings. I have no desire to go out and run in the dark, cold, and ice. Yes, I know that's what treadmills are for, but to be honest I'd prefer to spend those long, dark evenings knitting, felting, and sewing!

In the summer I have no inclination to craft. I'm outside in my garden, I'm running, and I'm swimming in the pool in our townhouse complex. I don't have an urge to do Christmas crafting or other crafting. At all. While dedicated crafters are working on their Christmas goodies, I'm harvesting mizuna or running in the local forests.

Balance is often about pursuing what makes me joyful in that moment instead of carefully carrying everything at the same time.