My Career in the Circus

Do you ever get the feeling that you may have missed your calling in life? I'm sure most people think about things like medical school, acting, or some sort of career in politics. Me? I think I should have been a circus performer. Plate spinning to be specific. Or maybe just perfect the craft so I could be a guest on Letterman or Leno.

I feel like I've got all of these plates going. Somehow, one by one, I've committed to all sorts of different things. When I say "yes," up goes another plate. At this point, I really feel like I've reached my max. Right now, I've got all these plates spinning and I spend my days running back and forth just trying to keep them all going. As I'm spinning one, I start to notice another one that starts to teeter. Very quickly, I notice that the teetering moves to wobbling which moves to dangerously close to stopping. But, in the nick of time, I am able to sprint over and get it spinning again. I am trying my best to do it with a smile on my face (rarely am I wearing an evening gown though), and although I go to bed exhausted every night, it is a good exhaustion. I'm managing. I'm thriving. I'm learning. I'm growing. I'm loving. I'm feeling loved.

But I'm telling you all right now: If I am handed another plate, it is all going to come crashing down.

(And you know what? If you look closely, you'll notice that the plates really aren't all that clean.)