Hi! I'm Sarah Lena. I've been blogging since we formally referred to
them as "weblogs" and, if my parents aren't reading this, I'll admit
that I actually started with role-playing fan-fiction on community
boards back in the early 90s, writing things that I would certainly KILL
my children for coming up with now. I'm a stepmom to an 11 year old
boy, a mom to a four year old boy, and a wife to a forty year old boy.
Suffice it to say: I own all of the ovaries in my house.
I reside in what we call the Rocket City of Huntsville, Alabama.
We're probably most famously-known for having the US Space and Rocket
Center, and most recently, Antoine Dodson. Yep. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife? That's my hood! I know. I can FEEL your pride on my side of the screen.
living in a Rocket City means that I, too, am involved in said rockets.
BWAHAHAHA, no, wait, don't get to thinking that I'm an engineer or
anything fancy like that - I call myself an "engineer translator". I
wrangle engineers, dumbing down their layouts and drawings and thoughts
and stuff into layman's terms. I also moonlight as a freelance proposal
writer and coordinator. Oh, and my husband and I are both veterans of
local theatre, so we work with local production companies. Oh, and I
also do a lot of voiceover work regionally.
I did mention the kids, right? I feel like I'm forgetting something.
the point is this: my life is a lot about finding the perfect balance
between work and home life. I should rephrase: my life is a lot about searching for
the perfect balance between work and home life. I can't say I've found
it. But I do hope to relay some tips and tricks that have worked with my
family - and dude, if you've got some? PLEASE THROW THEM AT ME.
(I say "dude" a lot. You've been warned.)
trying to figure out the right way to start, I finally
decided I would pass along my personal mantra to you. During a particularly
stressful proposal for a billion dollar government contract, I had a
Vice President confide in me, "You're only human. It's okay to drop the
ball every now and again. Just make sure you catch the eggs."
Ever since then, if something slides through the cracks - and something ALWAYS will! - I take a moment to breathe and decide: ball or egg?
If it was just a ball? Life continues on. Lessons are learned, steps
taken, and we move forward. If it's an egg? Well, then maybe some bigger
measures need to be observed.
But I think that's been the best
advice I've ever been given. In balancing work, life, kids, family,
pets, hobbies, and whatever else fills your day planner, it's okay to
forgive yourself some mistakes.
That is great advice! The balls I let drop sometimes is not folding the laundry right away. One night I might not feel like cooking, so we will go out and get something. One day I might decide the house doesn't need to be spotless and just play with the kids and have some fun. I'll worry about cleaning the house the next day. Those are the things I will usually drop the ball on. :)