There is No Such Thing As Balance

Reentry is a hard thing.  Three days ago I was lying on a giant beach bed while nice Mexican men brought me iced tea and my only worry was if I had applied enough sunscreen.  Now it’s back to laundry, meetings, obligations and cooking dinner.

I quickly got used to having someone else do the cooking and more importantly the shopping.  I wonder how mad Russ and Carter would be if I told them to just eat cold cereal for dinner? Really how lazy can I be? I did not have to go to work or school today but I seem to have vacation hangover.  Even spending my daily twenty minutes writing this blog seems taxing.  I’m not complaining, just contemplating changing myself from a type A personality to another letter further down the alphabet.

Would anyone notice if I just continued slacking off a little more every day?  I could use the need for more time to concentrate on getting these last twenty pounds off as my excuse to decline every plea for help.  That could really backfire if I did not use my time to exercise harder.  More exercise is not inline with the slacker life style I am drawn to at this moment.

Maybe slacker is not the right word, but chill.  Carter opened a lemonade sold at Prêt a Manger in London and inside it read, “Best served chilled, as we all are.”  I think there is a lot to that.  Perhaps my best self is my more laid back, I don’t really give a damn, do what ever you want, please let me do what ever I want self.  But I guess that is not really fair to my family.  What if Russ just decided to stop working so much and expected me to get a job that made up the difference in income?  That would only be fair.  If I had to get a real job again my type A personality would have to turn into a type A+.

I am quickly seeing that this whole laid back lifestyle could backfire on me.  I am not sure if I was so laid back that I could stick to my diet, but then again I got so fat being type A.  Maybe letting go of the reigns is healthier.  How will I ever know?

Finding balance seems to be an impossible thing.  As I write this I am wondering where the tree guys are who need to remove the tree lying on the sunroom roof with the crane.  They promised to be here this afternoon and I am almost sure that 4:50 is too late in their workday to show up and start working.  Oh, and the laundry in the dryer has been done for a couple of hours and the washer load needs to move over or else it will start to smell and need to be run again.  I don’t think I am capable of moving very far away from type A.  Is there and A minus personality?  Can you be type A six days a week and Type D the seventh?  Can I just go back on vacation?  One that someone else plans and I just show up for?