bAlAnCe

Balance.

Ba     lance.

Balan      ce.

No matter how much I try for it, it always ends up looking something like:

B                 alance.

Or.

Balanc                                        e.

It doesn’t come with ease.  It’s one thing or it’s another. 

Push, push, push yourself. 

Or.

Totally collapse.

I guess it’s what we constantly strive for.  I know it’s what I am constantly striving for. 

Maybe it’s the striving that throws me off.  Maybe just the mere awareness of it makes it more attainable.  Who knows.  But something doesn’t feel quite right.