I’m the rope. It’s a game of tug of war, and I’m the rope.
The team on the left is my kids, my husband, my mom, my sisters. Individually, they’re not formidable, but together, they exert some force! They pull, and I inch towards the left. Sometimes the pull is subtle…a comment from my mom, a look from my husband. Sometimes the pull is forceful…the realization that I haven’t played with my daughters for 3 days.
Love and guilt. Pulls me to the left.
The team on the right is my colleagues, my boss, authors of my favorite professional books and blogs. It’s my job,and their pull is strong. I inch to the right. Sometimes I don’t think they know we’re playing Tug of War; they don’t realize they’re pulling.
Ambition. It moves me to the right.
Everyone knows what happens to a rope if you pull and tug on it too much. It breaks. And everyone who was pulling and tugging falls to the ground. I won’t break if everyone eases up for a minute. Just hold me, don’t tug. There’s too much tension in me. I don’t want to play this game anymore.