Adaptability

I've come to find that much of life advancement is about adaptability. Each of us does it in pursuit of the next mountaintop. It's a positive trait, to change and better oneself to conquer society through education or the workforce. I've found much happiness constantly adapting the last five or more years. Yet I've begun to think on adaptability too, how easy the act can be in diminishing what once mattered and was important before the adaptation began. Particularly what happened to those interests and skills that were once naturally there, before the mountain ranges were placed and advancing towards them became the goal.

I recently began to uncover those. I love my chosen career and current job, yet I've begun to crave those natural and fitting interests. I joined the cast of a musical and a local choral society. I began painting and drawing again and researched local dance classes. I set goals in my writing, realizing that the poetry and short stories I wrote vigorously only a couple of years ago -- even this blog, began to fade into the background as the next mountaintop was scaled. When focusing on the goal, there's no time or reason to think of these interests. They were put aside without question for adaptability. And then one day, I wanted them back.

Now, looking clearly at both, I know they can be co-managed and co-loved. Mountaintops by weekday, creativity by weeknight and weekend. Sounds a lot like a work-life balance.