A few years into our marriage, my partner Alex and I reached a shared decision: one of us would stay home with our little ones during their formative years. For various reasons, I took on the primary caregiver role, managing everything from daycare to soccer practice, laundry to grocery shopping. Meanwhile, Alex stepped into the role of the primary income earner, ensuring I could handle our family’s needs without worrying about bouncing checks. Our decision to adopt this traditional family dynamic was influenced by personal circumstances and values, and I genuinely appreciate the privilege of having such an option.
While there are upsides and downsides to our approach, it has largely worked for us. But let me be clear: it was no walk in the park. There were days I felt buried under a mountain of diapers, tantrums, and tears. I often found myself longing for a moment of solitude or a chance to eat lunch without interruption. My ambitions and career aspirations seemed to gather dust, overshadowed by the demands of motherhood.
On the flip side, Alex wrestled with the financial pressures of supporting our growing family, especially during the Great Recession. His nights were often sleepless, filled with worry about job stability and our financial future. The idea of balance? It felt entirely unattainable.
Fast forward to today, and our children are now school-age, which has allowed hints of balance to creep back into our lives. I’ve started a part-time job from home and enjoy occasional outings with friends, yet I still manage most of the grocery runs and laundry duty. Alex’s work hours remain demanding, but he’s gained more control over his schedule, allowing him to spend more quality time with our sons. He organizes “Dad’s Day” when I’m out with friends or attending work events, and he can even sneak out during the week for special moments like taking the boys to school or a baseball game. With my part-time income, the financial load he carried for so long is starting to feel a bit lighter.
Despite these glimpses of balance—more prevalent for me than for him—our lives still feel somewhat askew. Each day seems to tip the scale in one direction or another, reminding us of this delicate imbalance.
What exacerbates this feeling is the unrealistic expectation that life should be perfectly balanced, as if we’re somehow failing if we can’t achieve it. Whether you follow a similar path to ours, share responsibilities equally, or shoulder it all alone (kudos to you!), I think we can all relate to feeling out of sync at times. Life can be a whirlwind, chaotic and overwhelming—a friend recently remarked, “My life feels like a list of tasks with too many unchecked boxes.”
It’s tough to manage. The quest for balance—work-life balance—has become an obsession. But honestly? Balance is a myth.
I believe we all wish for that ideal state where everything harmonizes perfectly. But let’s be real; that’s often unachievable. Balance is an idealistic goal, and since perfection doesn’t exist, it’s fair to say that balance is just that—bullsh*t.
I sometimes wonder if this relentless pursuit of balance is merely another way of telling ourselves we should be able to have it all. We forget that life is inherently seasonal. It unfolds in bursts of chaos and calm. Our careers may flourish just as we’re raising young children, and friendships can shift from convenient to essential. Some years are filled with growth, while others are about letting go.
Life is marked by cycles of nurturing, harvesting, and resting—each bringing its own joys and challenges. Occasionally, we find ourselves in a season of balance, however we define it, where work and personal time align beautifully. But those moments are fleeting. Many days—sometimes even months—are dominated by the messiness of family life and the demands of work.
Yet, on those rare days when everything clicks, we can briefly grasp what balance feels like. But balance isn’t something we can micromanage or force. Society bombards us with messages about needing to excel at everything—parenting, careers, friendships—simultaneously.
The pressure to attain balance only adds to our feelings of inadequacy. Life is unpredictable and full, sometimes overwhelming, but also remarkably beautiful. We cannot always dictate how the tides of life will roll in; we must learn to navigate the ebbs and flows. Balance may be elusive, but it’s also hidden within the chaos.
So, whenever you feel overwhelmed by the quest for balance, just remember: Balance is, in fact, bullsh*t.
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In summary, while the quest for balance is often challenging and seemingly unattainable, embracing the seasons of life and understanding that chaos is part of the journey can help us find moments of peace amid the chaos.