So I have this theory about buckets. Wait, wait, don't walk away just yet: it's not really about buckets, it's about life. But it involves buckets. I mean, sort of. Peripherally. Just listen.
I feel like everyone, in their life, has a set of buckets. We mostly all have the same buckets, although they change as we age and our lives expland and contract. My own buckets, at least at the moment, are these: my marriage, my job, my house, my friendships, my family, and my general appearance and well-being.
We are, at any given time, trying to balance those buckets: to keep them full and cared-for. And it is difficult: they almost never, ever line up. Right now, for instance, I'm feeling very happy in my marriage, but I'm not so pleased with my appearance. I've been a little neglectful of my friendships recently, so that bucket is rather depleted, but I spent a wonderful weekend with my family, and so that bucket is all topped up. There is rarely, rarely, a time when all my buckets are full and functioning properly. Most of the time, I find, I'm struggling to get them aligned. And when they are aligned, it's glorious.
I hardly think this is a new and novel idea, but it's been the way I've thought about my life for the longest time. I'm curious to know if you think about your life this way too. What are your buckets? How many of them are full?