An ode to the never-ending quest of finding balance, this piece was created by Lisa for the #findingbalance prompt challenge. From Lisa: With my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground, I struggle to maintain both. I often get stuck in my head, and the thoughts feel like mountains to climb and the lightning bolts threaten me, but there's so much beauty up there too. The bubbles float on the breeze, fluidly changing size, as my many roles and desires take centre stage throughout the seasons of my life. The stars dangle and blow in the wind like my idealism and dreams. Some stars were never meant to be and tumble into the sea after hanging on for too long. I'm smiling, a bit worn and tired, but happy. The apple of my eye is the people I love and the community around me. Even the ones who hang onto my tendrils - the ones who didn't stay, have all shaped me in some way. I'm not drowning. I'm surviving. Thriving. And if the current takes me away... I will float to whatever adventure is next awaiting me. If there is such a thing as finding balance, I may never find it. And that's okay. I love my colourful, messy and unbalanced life just as it is.