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Working Women: On the edge of the divide!



I wanted to use more descriptive words such as tortured, conflicted, torn or just plain exhausted. 

In my minds eye I see women with one leg on one side of an earthquake fissure or divide in the earth and one leg on the other with the land shaking beneath as we try to balance it all.

As I think of all of the wonderful women in my life and the weight they sometimes put on themselves whether they are Moms or not-humbles me.  

Women who are directing, supervising, leading, organizing, coordinating and dreaming ... paid or not... are driven to serve and improve our world.

Our minds are on our families while at work and on work while with our families.   We think about making breakfast and being to work early.  While sitting with our families we think of something we have to jot down on our to do list.  While at our desk...we remind ourselves what errands we have to run before going home.

Our calendars and our to do list are loaded with what we know we should, could or ought to do at both.

As a young mom I wanted to stay at home with my babies and finish my education.  But we needed me to bring in some money so I did childcare for eight plus years.  Mostly I loved it and enjoyed the play and the adventures.  I treasure the memories and the opportunities.

Then I wanted to do something out of the home.  I have loved my jobs and the people I have met, the learning and the changes I've made in myself.  

But sometimes...

All I want is just to be at home.

What a conflict it is at times to do all of the work we are called to do in addition to:

 To pray.  To grow.  To learn. To earn. To provide.  To nurture.  To serve.  To fix.  
To maintain, clean and remodel.  
To budget and save.  
To plan and prepare.  To dream.  

To spend time and connect and BE that secure base for our families.

So pulling my leg over from one side of the fissure and planting both of my feet together I'm going to operate from a position of integration and focus rather then from being "split in too many different directions."  I'm moving forward from a position of strength.  

First....I've got to go make breakfast and get ready for work!



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