All Work and All Play | Striking a Balance

Hello, hello, dear friends!

My mind is telling me to work but my heart just wants to play. I swear, I tried to work when I came home, but then the sun danced at me and a good-looking boy asked me out to dinner. How could one possibly refuse? And then after dinner I thought to myself,

You can’t go home! There’s iced coffee next door and flowers down the street – peruse. Sip coffee. It’s hot out, you deserve a cold drink and new flowers for the garden.

Now really, who am I to say no to all that goodness? I couldn’t fight it. But then I came home for the second time and again, I just wanted to play. Weeding the garden and tending to the veggies seemed like the thing to do. So we did.

Then I came inside – the bugs were biting and playing didn’t seem so fun anymore.

But then I looked at my piano, and it looked at me, and we knew I couldn’t work just yet. So I serenaded Paul while he read with Rusty on his lap. It must have been an hour or two until I noticed the sun going down. The lake became still, the birds were beginning to hush, and then the moon looked at me, reminding me bedtime is near and there’s work to be done. (He can be such a party pooper.)

But then I remembered, this isn’t work! I’m writing to you and designing all sorts of goodies! You just wait, friends. Good things are coming. I’ve been creating a bunch of lovely freebies to send to you, and I’ve been putting more pretty touches to the new website (it’s clean, simple, blue, and feels so wonderful), and I’ve been painting for myself, too (which is always fun). I’ve even created a few mock-up pages for a book I’ve been dreaming about creating for years and years.

I’m learning, as one does when starting completely over again, that I’m horrible at balancing life and work. Sometimes I come home and only do things that are technically work – I don’t play. And then I get burnt out and the fun ends. And then I get frustrated and lose hope. (Losing hope is the most awful feeling. Don’t lose hope, friends. Watch Cinderella, sing her beautiful song, and remember everybody’s got a Fairy Godmother of their own. She’ll help.) And when I lose hope I stay away from the things I love, like painting. And music. And being in my little office that usually brings me so much joy.

We must learn to play between work. And learn to lose ourselves in moments that give us butterflies. And then take that joy and scooch it over to our work, making it become play as well as work.

What about you, friends? Are any of you in a similar boat as me and beginning your own creative business? Am I the only fish in the pond? Or maybe you’re years in and still can relate to balancing work and play. Or maybe you’re just a kindred spirit who enjoys play over work. Either way, say hi. It’s nice to know we’re not alone. :)

Happy Weekend, friends. Cheers to making it through! :) xoxo

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  • Melanie BeilnerDecember 10, 2018 - 11:00 pm

    hello dear!

    Thanks for popping over to my blog and making a comment! Best thing that’s happened all day! I am now perusing your blog and this post resonates with me…

    I am a little down about making a business out of my creativity. Big sigh. I feel like throwing my hands up in the air and just playing for playing sake…How long do i keep trying? and I just started trying again…

    What else could I be doing with all that time?

    I knew you would understand,

    MelanieReplyCancel

  • Pat ConwayJune 9, 2017 - 4:00 pm

    Nikki, you have a lovely way with words. I felt like I was tagging right along with you and yes, it did sound very hard to concentrate when life was calling you in many beautiful directions. But then again, those are the moments we cherish. Be kind to yourself. It’s fun—and necessary—to do the things that make us smile.ReplyCancel

    • NikkiJune 10, 2017 - 1:04 pm

      Pat, that is so nice of you to say! Thank you so much for the kind words! :)

      I completely agree – those are the Dear Diary moments. :) Cheers, Pat!ReplyCancel

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