05/11/2025
My mother-in-law comes around for dinner each week.
I think it’s for the company, but I’m starting to suspect it’s for the entertainment.
She sits at the end of the table like she’s watching a live sitcom called
“The Johnsons: A Tragedy in Three Courses.”
Wine glass in hand.
Calm smile.
Eyes tracking the chaos like a seasoned war correspondent.
There’s a pot boiling over.
The cat’s on the bench.
My wife is giving me that look.
The kids are arguing about who gets the blue plate.
And I’m pretending I’m not checking emails under the table.
She chuckles. Not at anyone in particular — just at the madness of it all.
And that’s when it hit me.
This is what “balance” actually looks like.
Not the Instagram version.
Not the zen yoga, beach-sunset, “I only work four hours a day” kind.
Real balance is:
Eating half your dinner standing up.
Saying “I’m listening” while one kid screams and the other asks, “Do worms have parents?”
Apologising to your partner mid-meal because you said something stupid while trying to rescue a burning pan.
It’s not peace.
It’s movement.
It’s motion without losing your footing.
For years, I thought “balance” meant harmony — equal parts work, family, health, calm.
Like some perfect spreadsheet of priorities.
Now I know it’s more like juggling chainsaws while blindfolded.
The Stoics understood this.
Marcus Aurelius didn’t talk about “finding balance.”
He was trying not to lose his mind while half of Rome was on fire.
Balance, to them, wasn’t stillness.
It was staying upright when the world tilted.
In business, it’s the same.
Something’s always on fire.
If Yakk’s running hot, the family gets less of me.
If the kids need me, work waits.
Either way, something’s tipping.
I used to feel guilty about that — like I was failing someone every day.
Now I just ask:
Where am I needed most right now, and can I be there fully?
That’s it.
That’s balance.
So tonight, when the garlic bread burns again, and my mother-in-law chuckles into her wine, and the kids start a fork duel over mashed potatoes — I’ll smile too.
Because this isn’t chaos.
This is life.
It’s not meant to be even.
It’s meant to be alive.
Real balance isn’t calm. It’s chaos you’ve made peace with.
👉 If you’ve ever chased “work–life balance” and ended up with burnt garlic bread instead, welcome to the club.
You’re doing fine.
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