Learning to Accept the Balance.

I have to admit, my balance is pretty bad. That's probably why I end up with a million bruises on my legs and arms, and as to where they came from? I can explain that to no one. Ever.

However, thankfully that's not the kind of balance that I'm talking about at the moment.

This summer I'm working on two courses for school, working two jobs, going on two trips, and also trying to relax as well as at least kind of maintain a social life.

WHEW. That's a lot! So I've been learning how to create balance in my life, which is a process (throw back to my last post, amiright?).

I've gotta say, some days I'm killin it. My makeup gets done, my hair isn't as frizzy as normal, I take some bomb selfies because I'm lookin gooood, I get an assignment finished and start working on another, I hang out with a friend, and I work a six hour shift.

But other days aren't so great. My hair gets sprayed with dry shampoo and thrown into a messy bun, I don't do my makeup, none of my friends can hang out, I procrastinate on social media all day, I don't step foot outside of my house, and I end up crying myself to sleep because I'm overwhelmed by life.

And both of those are okay. (Although one is clearly more ideal than the other.)

See, that is a huge thing that I'm realizing about balance. That some days will be mountaintops and others will be valleys, and I just have to roll with whatever comes in that 24-hour period because I'm still alive and God is still good. And that's all I need, right?

It took me awhile (#a #process) to get to that place in my life, but here I am. I've recognized that all I truly need is Christ. My identity is found in Him alone. It's not found in my weight, my life situations, my friend group (although I think my friends are pretty great), the brand of clothes I wear, whether I have a boyfriend or not, how many times I eat out when I probably should just eat a salad, or anything like that. Christ is what (or rather Who) defines me.

The point I'm getting at is that I'm learning to not be affected by the good hair days vs. the bad hair days, the mountaintops vs. the valleys, the makeup vs. lack thereof. I'm learning to keep my eyes on God and not on the difficulties (or even the joys) of this life. I'm attempting to keep my eyes on things above, and not on the fleeting things of this earth.

It isn't always easy, but it's worth it. Because even though I definitely don't have a grip on life, God sure does. Accepting both the good and the difficult is easier when I remember that He created one as well as the other. (Ecclesiastes 7:14)