All throughout high school, my dad and I fought. A lot. He was my best friend and my worst enemy. And all through these fights, the word that always arose was “Balance.” He told me I needed balance in my life, to control the weight of school, sports, friends, boyfriend, and family. I was horrible at it. Everything was out of whack. And each time he said that word, the angrier I would get about it, and the more out of check my life would fall. It took me up until last school year to reanalyze that word, reanalyze my life, and realize that he was right. He was absolutely right. Everything has it’s proper place, and it’s proper proportion, and it was my job to keep it all balanced. So here it is. My daily reminder, in my Dad’s beautiful handwriting, to balance.
