I have the luxury of balancing and juggling films in different languages.
I’m never just on the couch. Being busy is part of who I am. But it’s hard juggling my family, my husband, balancing that time.
Like most working moms, my life is a constant juggling act.
As Indian women, we are always balancing work, life, home, etc. It’s important to know that while juggling rubber balls and glass balls, the former may bounce back when you miss, but the glass balls will crack if you let them fall. So prioritise, prioritise, prioritise.
I am not Superwoman. The reality of my daily life is that I’m juggling a lot of balls in the air trying to be a good wife and mother, trying to be the prime-ministerial consort at home and abroad, barrister and charity worker, and sometimes one of the balls gets dropped.
At 24, I took time off to have a baby, and ever since, I have been juggling modelling with motherhood.
If a leaf fell from a tree, I’d stop juggling and play with the leaf. I went to my prop bag and got a little bandage and stuck the leaf back on the tree. People loved it.
Juggling is the word. I’m a bad juggler, and there are often balls dropped. There is no balance. The idea of work/life balance is a myth. There’s teetering from one end and running to the other and hoping not to fall off.
When I was a teen, I thought I would have to choose between my writing or my music or my art, but it turns out it’s a difficult juggling game but I can do all of them.
I taught workshops at universities. I wrote for magazines. This took time and insane amounts of juggling, but it’s how I earned a living.
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