Lately, I’ve been feeling a little like one of those plate spinners in the circus. All of the many facets of my life feel like spinning plates and I have been running desperately from plate to plate trying to keep them all spinning.
I’m not very good at plate spinning. I’ve never really liked multi-tasking. I’ve always preferred to focus on one task, finish it and then move on to the next. Since this is not really possible in real life, I have often felt like a plate spinner.
Though difficult, most of the time I am able to keep all of my plates spinning. However, sometimes life adds new plates or increases the size of the plates that I already have spinning. It is times like this that it becomes difficult, if not impossible to keep everything spinning.
The last month or so have been difficult and I have been feeling more and more overwhelmed with the passage of each week. This week, I really began to stress and worry over dropping one, or more of my plates.
As I thought about these spinning plates and the stress that they were
causing me, I realized that dropping a plate or two would not be the end of the world. If I drop a plate and even if it breaks, I can pick it up. I can glue it back together and I can start it spinning again.
I also thought about the fact that I am not alone as I spin these plates. I have family, friends and my Heavenly Father. They are there to help me keep them spinning and they are there to help me catch and repair them when they fall.
So this week, I am going to try and stress a little less about how many plates I have spinning and how many are about to fall. I will try to remember that my Heavenly Father and others are there to help and that it’s okay if I drop a plate from time to time.