I was definitely the stereotypical workaholic, balance was not in my vocabulary. I loved working. It didn’t matter what job, I always found things that I enjoyed about work. I craved the sense of accomplishment that I felt when company goals were achieved and I thrived on problem-solving. For most of my life, my job revolved around finding creative solutions.
Life changed when I met my husband. We were co-workers when he started to influence my life in major ways. He always found importance in the little things. He found joy in looking at things such as a beautiful garden, a well-manicured home, and nature in general. As we became friends he taught me to slow down.
He taught me balance. Work ethic was important to him, but not his only priority. After a productive day at work, it was time to slow down and enjoy life. He showed me how to experience the journey on the way to the destinations.
When my husband passed, I never allowed myself to dwell on what I lost because it was not healthy for me or my family. Instead, I searched for what was good in my life. I searched for balance.
I remembered what my husband taught me, and I put that to use in my new life. Balance with my girls, work, and my faith.
I had been hiding the strength of my faith. I knew it was my first priority, but I was the only one who knew. It was time to open up my world to others. That was not easy for me. I knew my intended path was to write this blog. I procrastinated because it was out of my comfort zone.
I let go of control and let my number one priority, my faith, take control. I knew God’s plan would be far superior to mine, It was time to come out of the closet regarding my faith.
Jesus gave me the push I needed to balance my life. Giving me hope that despite my husband’s death, I would lead a fulfilling life serving Jesus, my family, and others.
Regardless of my love for my career, my life needed balance. My late husband helped me see the beauty and my faith gave me purpose.
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