My son, Max, sits on my office chair.

I’m writing this as I nurse my baby. He is sleepy, and I’m the only one who can get him to bed when he’s overly tired like this. Downstairs, Lily is playing with a new babysitter (who I already love!), riding circles around the back patio on her tricycle. After I’m done putting Max to sleep, I’ll head back downstairs to resume writing my current book.

This is life, you guys. It’s a Saturday as I write this, and I am blurring the lines between life and work because, let’s face it, there are no lines. As a business owner, my life is a fuzzy blend of all the moving pieces and parts. Some days, I am at my desk at 7 a.m. and done at 4 p.m., with a leisurely run or bike breaking up my day. Other days, I start at 9 a.m. because the kids slept horribly the night before, and after dinner and bedtime, I’m back at my desk until 9:30 or 10:00 p.m. when my husband coaxes me away with a glass of wine. (OK, let’s be honest, I’m already drinking wine at that point.)

The thing is, I love this messy life I’ve built. I love the flexibility and fluidity. I am so thankful, so thankful to be able to hold my sleeping babe on a Saturday morning, even if I’m multitasking, even if I can’t be 1,000 percent present like I’d prefer.

That’s my musing of the day. What does your beautiful life-work look like?

Cheers,