Yesterday, as I was balancing my needs with other people’s needs while working at home, I asked this question on Twitter:
The answers were balanced, and many people cited the Oxygen Mask Metaphor: you can’t effectively take care of other people’s needs if you ignore your own.
I continue to learn more about this balancing act for myself, as I witness other people struggling to balance their needs with others’.
What balancing needs do you see in my other images for today?
It’s might be challenging balancing the needs of fajita day with ice cream pie day, etc.
Here and now, I need to share a favorite tune from this CD I picked up on one of my balanced and needed walks yesterday:
How do you balance your needs with other people’s needs? You don’t need to reply, but I look forward to all the comments that will be balancing below.
As always, I need to express my gratitude to all who give me what I need to stay balanced blogging every day, including YOU.
Yesterday, as I was taking photos, I thought about a possible plan for a post here: offering a choice of two different music selections. That’s proof of my interest in the varying needs, tastes and preferences of groups of people.
During my walk, the tune “Proof” by the Pat Metheny Group showed up in my headphones. That was proof, to me, that my plan was a good and achievable one, because I love another song called “Proof,” also.
Here’s a live version of “Proof,” by Paul Simon, a song that gave me comfort during a difficult time in my life:
Here are some random thoughts and opinions I have about proof, today:
If we start out with a premise, we can see proof for our existing beliefs, no matter where we look.
If we are open to new perspectives, we might be able to adjust our conclusions as new evidence comes in (although that can be challenging).
We seem to need proofs, of many kinds, to make meaning.
I wonder what “proof” means to you?
Here are some photos I took yesterday. They are all proof of something, aren’t they?
For one thing, there’s proof, in those images, that today is trash day in these parts. Also, I see proof that a local supermarket has interesting taste in cake choices. And, that somebody collects snow globes.
What other proofs might you experience here?
Many thanks to Paul Simon, Pat Metheny, Lyle Mays, and others who make beautiful sounds; to my neighborhood (including the local supermarket); to all those who wag more and bark less; to human beings who balance proof, meaning, change, and confusion as best they can; to people who offer proof of kindness, creativity, flexibility, and kindness every day; and to you — of course! — for proof of your humanity, today.