The say comparison is the thief of joy; it’s certainly true as far as I can see. But then, if we don’t strive for better then what’s the point? I’m sure it’s all about balance – and attaining balance is life-long work, I think.
The seasons are contracting, the pull of home has started. Soon the calendar will turn, and a return to routine for us mama’s with children of school age will begin. I struggle with domesticity; I think a deep part of me will be forever feral, chomping at the bit, railing against the ties that bind. But the centre of my world are my children – and they reign me in. I clip my own wings so that they may fly. And I always return to centre for them.
Back, then, to the rhythm of home.