Why a Balanced Life Is Overrated
Since I'm up, I decide to set a historic precedent by preparing breakfast. All goes well as I awaken my children and head to the kitchen, at which point I remember how much I hate to cook. I even hate to toast. The kids arrive, yawning, and ask what I'm planning to serve them. I think for a minute, then say, "We have Oreos."
"We have cocaine," I venture. I'm pretty sure they know this is a joke. I've never seen cocaine, much less tried it—although frankly it's beginning to sound like a good idea. Isn't that how Sigmund Freud got so much done?
Understand three things: (1) I don't have a job. I freelance, which means I procrastinate and get away with it; (2) my children are not young. They walk, talk, bathe, diagnose their own viruses; and (3) I'm kind of supposed to be an expert at combining career and family. I conducted years of sociological research on the topic, wrote a big fat book about it. Plus, I'm a life coach. You'd think I could live a balanced life as a 21st century American woman.
Ha. In fact, having done all that research, I can tell you with absolute assurance that it is impossible for women to achieve the kind of balance recommended by many well-meaning self-help counselors. I didn't say such balance is difficult to attain. I didn't say it's rare. It's impossible. Our culture's definition of what women should be is fundamentally, irreconcilably unbalanced. That's the bad news. The good news is that the very imbalance of our culture is forcing women to find equilibrium in an entirely new way.
Henry David Thoreau's classic book Walden recounts two years the author spent living in solitary harmony with the wilderness. The book's premise is that all humans could live simply and naturally, as Thoreau did. As a teenager, I loved Walden. Years later, as an exhausted working mother, I learned something Thoreau failed to mention in his journal: The entire time he was roughing it, his mother and sisters helped care for his needs, hauling in food and hauling out laundry. The reason Thoreau didn't write about this is that he took it for granted. Like most thinker's of his generation, he saw "women's work" as a product of natural female instinct: Birds fly south for the winter, and women show up to wash men's underwear. Okay, so I'm a little bitter—but only because this attitude pervaded American culture well into my own lifetime.
Early American feminists fought for the right to participate in the workforce by assuring everyone that it was easy to do women's work—perhaps with one's toes, while simultaneously performing jobs traditionally reserved for men. I once believed this, and I have the colorful medical history to prove it. Women of my generation thought we could have everything; experience taught us we could have everything but sleep (one sociologist who studied an early cohort of working mothers wrote, "These women talked about sleep the way a starving person talks about food"). Bringing home the bacon and frying it up in a pan while never letting hubby forget he's a man turned out to be a logistical challenge to rival the moon landing, but without support from Houston.