Out of Balance

Nate and I find ourselves at an interesting point in our lives. I have a job that requires long hours, surrounded by people. He works at home, alone. I come home and want to decompress and relax. He wants to talk and go out and socialize (after I've spent most of my day doing that). The irony in all this is that if we could switch places, we'd both be happy. I'd love to be at home all by my lonesome. And he would get energized by all the socializing.

So you gotta wonder, why? Why and how did we end up in this situation? I almost wonder if it's a lesson to teach us more about each other. That's my only theory for the moment.

Sometimes I re-read my old journals and I'll see that in almost each one, I have sort of an obsession du jour (or du journal). Pages and pages written about a boring job, a horrible boyfriend (or lack of one), a bad roommate. In all cases, those problems passed. I'm trying to remind myself of that now. This lack of balance in our lives isn't going to ruin us. It will inconvenience and make us a little unhappy for a while, but this will also pass. I'm curious to see what comes next.