I swear, when someone tells me I need to find "balance" in my life, it feels like a curse word. I mean really, who has time to meditate for 20 minutes twice a day? Sure, it's great that Deepok Chopra is able to get up at 5:00 in the morning to sit in silence, but let's be honest; most of us aren't going to do it.
There is a moment when I think I might cry. Or yell. Or just put my head down on the desk and pound it a couple of times. But then I happen to look at my youngest son, perched in my big reading chair, from just the right angle and I notice how much taller he's suddenly gotten, how his adorably chubby baby legs are now thinning out into the shape of a lanky little boy. How is it that the last 30 minutes have seemed an eternity when the rest of his life has flown by so very, very quickly?