But then, more things require your attention and you find that there just isn't room on those plates, so you need a third. I have found that it's easier to not interrupt the balanced meal arrangement on the first two plates, but to instead put all of the emotions that come with them onto a third. Think of it as dessert (albeit, a very salty dessert.)
The goal is to not eat dessert before you've finished the other plates. It tends to ruin the appetite and makes it very difficult to finish the tasks on the responsibility plates. It wouldn't be so bad if the plates stayed still, but they don't. They can't. So you juggle.
If you've met me, you know that I do not possess the grace to walk in a straight line, let alone juggle while doing it.
My plates aren't any more full than anyone else. You might have more plates than me. I don't envy you. I'm not in self-pity mode, but I accidentally ate off the dessert plate Wednesday night and now I'm having trouble talking myself into the enthusiasm required for the other 2 plates.
my Help comes from and it's going to happen and it's all going to work out. I will never be able to do it with finesse, but I'll do it.
Then I'll have my good cleansing dessert cry. And then I'll sit very, very still and enjoy the quiet. I don't think we were made to function like this. I mean, I know it's possible. I see people juggle superbly all the time. But I think we're mostly called to excel in a few things...like our families. our friends. our talents. Being able to do something doesn't mean we should do something. I'd rather do a few things very well than to do lots of things mediocre. At the moment, mediocre sounds like an ambitious goal.