I’ve never been a good juggler… both literally, and metaphorically.
In secondary school, our drama teacher Mr. Jones spent a couple of lessons teaching us how to juggle. I’m still unclear what the dramatic purpose of this was, but I’m sure it had something to do with separating our minds from our bodies from a little while, teaching our bodies a new skill. He’d put on “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel, which he said was the perfect tempo to which to juggle.
But try as I could, the balls would never fly in those perfect orbits jugglers manage… those perfectly symmetrical ovals, ringing around each student like Saturn’s rings. Mine would wiggle through the air, and land hopelessly on the floor, gleefully bouncing away from me.
I still can’t juggle.
And now that I have a few things to juggle, metaphorically, I am finding it hard to juggle them all. Cookbook, TV, blog, husband, friends, family, God, me… Oh boy.
I don’t mean to complain. I am so grateful for all the things I have on my plate. And I know that so many of you juggle even more, or even more important things than I do. Normally, I just suck it up and handle it. But today I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.
How do you handle being overwhelmed?