As an artist, I've learned a lot about keeping things in balance. It's a constant focus, some days better than others. My emotional bank account is sometimes flush, sometimes folded.

For example, The more expressive you are, the more sensitive you try to be, the more you're affected by your environment.  Hormonal changes, seasonal affective disorder, sometimes it's just uncomfortable shoes. It's a by-product of keeping these things in context and making sense of how you work successfully.  Just as you can't run on two legs and hope to develop only one of them, you can't just develop your sense of joy without other passions being equally developed.  

I read that your brain only has so much "happiness" in regular supply before it needs to recharge - just like getting muscle soreness or out of breath, you can become "happied out" leaving just the other emotions.  Take the post-holiday malaise.  Set aside the looming credit card bills and it makes a certain amount of sense, doesn't it? 

Take this further into how your conduct your business, network, engage with other professionals or clients.  Are you pacing yourself? Is there a best time of your day for certain tasks? Are you trying to do the heavy lifting during nap time?

Or, are you the type of person who has a "shift" of consistent energy?  Perhaps you don't fade but go strong and then hit the wall? In either direction, sometimes how you're perceived is what will make or break your success.

Speaking "Covidly" are you a puppy on parole?  After all the house arrest we've experienced as a country, it's hard not to cut loose!  Is your resultant energy intimidating? 

It can be tedious, but some of the best relationships appreciate my self-concept even helping them understand me and how to put ME into context. 

In the continual tightrope walk of daily balance, it's a bit more empathic (and uncomfortable) but it starts with humility.  After all, do you want to help someone help you help them or will your ego ("This is me! Deal with it!") keep you from growing?


Dear owner, Good work!

— Uta Bratton