The word has meaning for me.
First off, I'm consulting again doing what I last did 10 years ago. From home, on my own schedule. Mostly I like it.
Next, for the last few weeks my Mother has been 'present' in our conversations only about half time. The other half, she's in her own world. This I don't like.
And then I'm juggling my strong love of these holidays with my desire not to stress. I'm not sure how to coast into and out of making presents, spending time with family, baking cookies, hanging lights, visiting friends, fitting in all that I hope for.
And finally, I am writing a glorious (to me) book, lines and paragraphs and sometimes even chapters tucked into moments mostly when I have enough time.
What does it mean to teeter in part-time? Does it mean I'm avoiding full-time? As in Full Time?
I could never complain. I have leisure moments far greater than ever before in my life. I have choices. Gardens. Books. TV shows. Farms and oceans. And grandchildren. Children!
But sometimes I wander from one thing to the next, kind of sputtering instead of flowing. I know flow is important.
And I'm not sure I have it.