We are always warned against the danger of an imperfect work/life balance. Work consumes people, work shouldn't be everything you have - it's no way to live. On the flip side, you never work a day in your life if you love what you do, right?
The past couple of weeks I've had some personal distractions that have kept my mind away from work for a few afternoons, weekends. Most wouldn't bat an eyelash at it (aren't you supposed to take off on weekends?), but it's unsettling to me because, well, I love work. I won't go as far to say that work "isn't work" because I love it so; it's a constant challenge, and yes, I'm breaking my back over it. It is consuming, but also absolutely fulfilling in the best way possible. Call me a glutton for pain?
I read a great post recently about how an organization goes about being "family friendly". I am a family of one these days, so the balance is between myself and work. Sometimes, I stay at the office past 8PM. Others, I spend my weekend sewing and people-watching on Edgewood Ave. This past Sunday I entertained an out-of-town friend while she haggled for a bronze statue at an auction house. Tonight? I'm burning the midnight oil doing things for my students at The Iron Yard - because I want to.
I think family friendly, work/life balance means feeling fulfilled, whatever the internal ratio. I haven't taken a vacation this year, but I also haven't felt the need to do so. Pretty sure my mind isn't detereorating because of it, either. I love every day, I see beauty in galavanting around Atlanta, and I've also traveled extensively so, yes, I know what I'm missing. Right now, I'm not missing a thing -- this Fall, I'm skipping out to visit a lovely gal in Portugal.