I often live in another world. I think most writers, and artists in general, live in some kind of La-La Land. We’re always thinking about our stories, our characters, their troubles and hopes. We imagine new worlds and realms of possibility. Then when we write that story we worry if it will get published, if people will read it, if they’ll like it.
In some ways artists are rather selfish beings. We get so wrapped up in our La-La Land that we forget about the real world we actually live in. I suppose that’s partly because reality can be so monotonous and boring. I’d much rather write a poem or create a quirky character than do the dishes, (I hate the dishes,) but sometimes I have to remind myself that the real world I live in is filled with real people, real problems, and real joys.
The other day I played Karate Kid with my four-year-old son. I did six loads of laundry and listened to nothing but the screams and laughter of my kids. We sat down and ate dinner together and then we played Twister. My husband purposely made calls that made me stretch in ways I have not since high school and then my hefty two-year-old bull-dozed us all down. We laughed. Then we ate strawberry crepes with whip cream (the real stuff, none of that canned crap.)
I believe balance is key to happiness and success. Obsession with anything, even if we think it’s a good thing, disrupts other important areas of our lives and those good things we love can quickly turn into bad things.
I love my stories and characters. I love thinking about them and writing them down, but every now and then I need to call myself back to Earth. Life is good here too.
On that note I’m going to go play ball with my chubby two-year-old.
How do you keep balance in your life?