How do you balance work and home life?
“The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.” – Steve Jobs1
There once was a potter named Lee,
Whose life was as busy as could be.
With clay in her hands,
She made no demands,
Just balanced her work with glee.
A Story of Harmony
Once, in a quaint village, there was a potter named Emilia. Her days were spent shaping clay, her nights filled with the laughter of family. She lived by the mantra, “Life is a work in progress,” finding harmony between the spinning wheel and her children’s merry-go-round of life. Her hands, coated in earth, were a testament to her labor; her smile, a reflection of her inner peace. Emilia knew the secret to balance wasn’t perfection but the art of prioritizing what truly mattered.
In a village where bells chime with zest,
Lived Emilia, who never did rest.
With her clay she'd create,
Finding balance innate,
In her craft, life's progress expressed.
Visual Representation
!Life as a Work in Progress
Musical Recommendation
For those seeking aural inspiration, the song “Work Hard, Play Harder” by Gretchen Wilson encapsulates the essence of balancing diligence with joy . It’s a reminder that while we strive for success, we must also revel in the moments that make life sweet.
Embrace life as a work in progress, and let the harmony of work and life become your masterpiece.
- your masterpiece.
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Footnote:
Upon my plate, a quandary does lie,
Omega threes and sixes in a dance.
To balance them, oh how I do try,
In every meal, I seek the chance.
In fish and flax, the threes do swim,
While nuts and seeds the sixes boast.
Too much of either on a whim,
And healthful balance is surely lost.
"Moderation," whispers the wise old sage,
As I ponder ratios with furrowed brow.
In this fatty acid stage,
I must find harmony somehow.
So here I sit with fish and flax,
Hoping my Omega's are not out of whack.
🎵 The craving – Twent One Pilots
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