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Lately I haven’t been able to post here as often as I’d like. But I have a very good excuse: I’m learning the art of proportion.
A character in Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway (which I’m currently reading) asserts, “Health we must have; and health is proportion.” I agree.
Proportion, to me, means following stress and exertion with rest and relaxation, and vice versa.
This is especially crucial for me because I suffer from a chronic illness that is aggravated by stress and exertion, yet I also have a driven, perfectionistic personality that causes me to take on more than I can physically handle.
But I’ve learned all too well the truth of these words of Ovid: “that, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.”
Like many Americans who have imbibed our culture’s driven mindset, I must consciously try to put more rest, relaxation, and whole-hearted leisure into my life in order to maintain proportion.
And I hope that with increased rest, soon my scale will balance out and allow me to post here more regularly.