Transition

I've been in this place more than I would like.  It seems like every time I turn around I'm in transition.  Within the past year I've moved, reconnected with my family after deployment, lost a job, hunted for a job, watched my marriage transform, watched my kids transform, lost a dog, gained a car, gained some weight...the list goes on.

But that's every year.  Every year is chaotic and confusing and difficult and complex and make the ride stop I want off.  Why?  Why does it have to be this way?  Why does the carousel get faster?  What is it that I need to do to make a change, to take the time to smell the roses, to not worry so much about working so hard for morsels more of bread?

Margin.  No, not the butter substitute, margin.  I don't factor margin into my life.  In my interest to be everything for all people, I forget to be something for myself.  And that means scheduling downtime.  I've worked on enough machinery to know that downtime is a critical need for repairs, rest, and evaluation.  By refusing to manage margin into my schedule, I'm forcing transition to continue.  And that needs to change.