Sometime I begin to feel like the lady at the circus spinning plates. It's mesmerizing and beautiful, but she never looks away. Always spinning. Balancing. Keeping all of the plates moving in unison.
If I get distracted or forget about a plate it begins to slow, and teeter.
Teeter for my attention.
At one time... long long ago...
The plates all started neatly stacked. Perfect. Stable and unmoving.
No one stops to watch a neatly stacked pile of plates.
And so I spin and spin and spin the plates... And sometimes without even noticing, I discover someone has added even more plates... and I didn't even realize I had started to spin them.
I want to just stop and rest and forget about the plates for a while, but I'm afraid.
Afraid of what will happen when the plates fall. Will I be relieved, or will I regret so much allowing them to fall? Maybe life is so much better when I am preoccupied with my plates?
It's just so hard sometimes knowing I don't get a break until the plates fall.
Teeter .... Wobble
And sometimes I feel like this girl:
And sometimes I know I am this one:
The plates are slowing and beginning to teeter.