Balance is a condition in which an object is subject to equal forces or weights, enabling it to remain steady. The world is in constant flux. Nature is in an endless state of rebalancing itself. Humans, being more of nature than we are willing to admit, are drawn to the never-ending endeavor to balance.
Chances are, in the past twenty-four hours you have thought about balancing at least three the following:
- Workload vs. Personal Time
- Relationships vs. Solitude
- Spending vs. Saving
- Weight Gain vs. Weight Loss
- Sleep vs. Wake
- Exercise vs. Rest
- Perfection vs. Acceptance
- Beauty vs. Function
- Work vs. Play
Since the beginning of time, we have pontificated the meaning of balance. Think yin and yang, buddhism and dualism. The ancient Greeks, Chinese, and the Aztecs all had great philosophers of balance. Give the word balance a go in your search engine, and you will see that nothing has changed in over two thousand years. Humankind still seeks the point of balance.
The problem with being human, is that we not only strive for a thing, we believe we can conquer it. We seek to achieve balance, as if it is something that is owned and kept. However, balance is only present for the fleeting moment between too much and too little; on the border between light and dark. The point of balance is so fragile that a soft breeze or speck of dust can overcome it.
A world with true balance would be one without wind or heat or rain. The cost of balance is monotony.
Life is not meant to be balanced. In our struggle to own balance, we have moved away from the natural ebb and flow of equilibrium. We have shifted toward a desire to rigidly control it. We believe that if only we could control everything (see the above list), existence would be a breeze. In our vision of a balanced life, we are prepared for any situation; there is time for all our duties and passions. We are healthy, happy, financially secure, and love what we do for a living. Yet, the natural world is not one of total control. It is fluid, in motion, swinging one way and then the next.
I spent too many years trying to devise the perfect menu plan, budget, schedule, diet. I tried to control the motion around me. Each day was a new chance and every bedtime was another failure. Friends hear me say that June Cleaver was my idol, and we joke about that, but it was real. Many of my best years were lived trying to be a fictional character in a time period that no longer existed. The time with my children — the laughs, the things I learned, the privilege — I wouldn’t trade for anything on earth. If only I hadn’t felt such a need to control it all . . .
While the cost of perfect balance is monotony, the cost of maintaining control is turmoil. A person believing he can achieve balance is one fighting against the natural movement around them. He is trying to stand still in the surf or stop the wind from destroying a house of cards. It is not the peaceful existence he had hoped for at all.
I am learning to enjoy a life of natural balance — shifting when the tide rolls in, regrowing after the fire dies out, appreciating the warmth of the sun before nightfall . . . because I cannot tell the sun when it is time to set.
I have found life is more peaceful this way. Sure I am still drawn to making the compulsive list or two. They can be found tucked in backs of drawers or folded between the pages of books. And so I allow myself these occasional fits of contemplation, pen in hand, eventually admitting that the balance is in the imperfection and the letting go of control.
Peace . . .
21 thoughts on “Are You Living a Life of Balance or Control?”
I’m hoping you are having a great deal of peace. It sounds like it. You wrote that so well. I looked too, for balance. I lost mine, literally with the Bells. Now I have a cane to always remind me there is no balance in my life and I have no control. It makes me laugh. I the way you wrote that. So spot on. If you are doing this well with middle age, you’ll be flying high through your senior years. These days I’ve learned to just go with the flow and see where it takes me. Still make lists but they are guides. Keeps the mind free to be creative.
Now that you say that, I am probably a type B person who lived most of her life trying to be a type A person. I try so hard to be stiff and logical, but my tendency is to be flexible and creative. Why would I do that to myself? Why would I think I’d be happier that way?
And so goes another lesson in life. Be who you are. That’s your perfect, intended self. You are still getting there early. It’s a journey, not a destination. Enjoy the ride. Hugs from an old woman who knows better now. 🙂
Awwww…. thanks for the hug! Yes..yes! Loving this journey for sure.
I prefer to go with the flow…
I’d say that’s a balanced approach!
InSearchofItAll sent me a link to your blog and I am so grateful! I love this post! ♥
Well welcome! I’m so glad you’re here!
I’m truly the “type A”, but have learned to slow down and smell the roses in my later years. Good thoughts and well said.
Thank you! It’s never too late to smell the roses . . .
There’s a fine line between balance and control – one we walk more often than we think. I have my lists too- good to be reminded at days end what seemed important in the morning- it changes. Maybe it’s just about allowing that.
Maybe it is. I think I felt very out of “control” back then. I literally had a list for every 15 minutes of the day. I was obsessive, but I’m sure that was a way to try to regain control. I’m much more relaxed and accepting of “life” now.
Balance was also–alas– the last decent Van Halen album
I so needed this. I just closed the door and said goodbye to a week-long guest which has me worn out in ways I don’t think I could even put into words. I strive for balance between work and sleep, work and play and to carve out that niche of time for creative pursuits but it’s not a perfect balance. Some days one or more activities takes the majority of my focus until I notice I’m not quite myself. At that point I must put things down and get that solitude, nap or even time with a book to balance things out
Btw, I understood perfectly what you meant when describing how you tried to be June Cleaver. I had it in my head that I was going to be the perfect parent too. Things didn’t work out as planned but I wouldn’t change any of it.
I couldn’t put into words what a moment of revelation it was to me to realize that the ebb and flow was actually the balance. That the balance didn’t exist in holding everything in control. It’s an old philosophy that came new to me in a moment of contemplation.
And I know what you mean about being not quite yourself. That’s a good indication, isn’t it?
What a beautifully written post! You have really done this topic the justice it derserves. Thanks to Lois Field’s post, I found this one and your blog! Cheers, Carol at Ahh The Simple Life
So glad you stopped by! Thank you, and I look forward to seeing you again . .