Do you wonder if you will ever find balance? Lisa Pennington knows how to get up after losing her balance, even with a full house, a not-so-full bank account, and never enough energy. In her latest book, she offers readers:
—Strategies for finding balance in marriage, motherhood, and bad moods
—Playful yet biblically based tips for turning hard days around
—Inspiration for shaping obstacles into opportunities
—Ways to respond to irritations with gratitude
—Enthusiastic encouragement for living out God’s purpose.
For every woman who wonders if her satisfaction in life will ever match her dreams, Pennington has real-life answers full of hope and humor.
Keep reading to learn more about Lisa and her new release, Tightropes and Teeter-Totters.
The Story Behind Tightropes and Teeter-Totters
Tells us a bit about your book—what inspired you to write it?
I get asked constantly, “How do you do it all?” I really don’t do it all, but I do have an attitude of possibility around every corner and I wanted to share that with other women. Life can get really, really hard sometimes and we feel like we have fallen and can’t get up. I felt like there was a need for someone to be a cheerleader and shout, “Yes you can!”
What is the main message of your book?
That being out of balance is an opportunity to figure out what to grab onto to pull yourself back up and become stronger, wiser and more who you really want to be!
What was the hardest part about writing nonfiction?
I am storyteller, so I like to go into stories in my writing. It’s hard to keep them out and my editor had to remove a lot of my stories, which I know made the book better but so sad because I love a funny story.
What is one thing you learned while writing Tightropes and Teeter-Totters?
To focus even when I feel like playing.
Do you have any advice for those interested in writing nonfiction?
Read, read and read some more! Other authors are your best teachers. I read nonfiction constantly and pay attention to what works and what doesn’t.
What are you working on next?
Actually, I am working on a book of playful stories about moms in the trenches and how they cope. It’ll keep you in stitches.
A Day in the Life of Lisa Pennington
I shoot for a 6:30 wake up time and I mostly make it. I’ll have my workout clothes laid out from the night before so I have no excuse to skip a quick run on the treadmill or down my little country road. If I’m lucky I will get showered and dressed before the kids are really up.
Once I finish that I will head to the kitchen where my time belongs to other people and I don’t have a moment to myself again until at least lunch. We homeschool and have some farm animals which means I basically direct the chaos until someone notices it’s time for lunch. Then we stop to eat whether we’re hungry or not because Mom is ready for it to be over.
Then I try to sneak off for a few hours of writing. My “work hours” are from 1-4 if I am not under a deadline, in which case my work hours are anywhere-anytime. Not having an office, I hide in my bedroom to write and the kids know that if the bedroom door is closed you’d better be bleeding if you open it.
We like to have some time together in the afternoons that doesn’t involve math, meal planning or crying, so we try to play games or go outside for a while. It doesn’t happen every day, but having it as a goal means it happens more often than not. I mean, the crying is usually me and it happens when I get all mushy feeling about my family, so it’s always a possibility.
In the evenings I like to have the house straightened up so no matter what kind of tornado hit the place during the day, we march around and put it all away before dinner. It calms my mind and gives us a fresh start for the next day. We try to have dinner together, but once a week I go out to dinner with my girlfriends and boy, oh boy, does that fill my batteries. I can survive anything as long as I know I’m gonna get my girls’ night out.
Then I roll into bed by 10:30. I’m no good after that. Being a morning person has its perks, but not after 10:30pm. I rub lavender on my wrists, pull my blankets tight over my shoulder, stick both of my feet out from under the covers and I’m out like a light.