You know when you’re watching a juggler and they’re just juggling away with their bowling pins, plates, chainsaws or whatever?
Then, as part of their trick, someone from the audience throws in another item for them to add into the cycle. In that moment of time, as that extra thing is flying through the air towards the juggler, the entire audience holds their breath with anticipation. Will the juggler catch it and continue seamlessly juggling to the crowds roaring applause? Or will that one added item be just enough to throw them off their fluidity – instead of applause there’s a gasp as everything crashes spectacularly to the floor.
As a working mom, my life is a lot like a juggler’s act. In the beginning it took me awhile to get into the swing of our routine with our revolving childcare, long days (and nights) at work with little sleep, and the ever challenging needs of our baby.
Once that act was perfected, it seemed imperative to keep adding more – DIY at home, extra projects at work, some new opportunities on my blog, and freelance graphic design jobs. Adding each item to my constant juggle took a moment to get my balance, but it worked pretty seamlessly.
It’s never enough though, is it?
For some reason I can never just be happy with what my life has already brought me… as I stand there juggling everything high overhead with an air of superiority.
So then we added a new dog. And my son decided to add in his own little gift in the form of toddler tantrums.
Right now, I admit that I’m a bit shaken.
Instead of being fluid and seamless, I’m stumbling… unsure if I can get back into my easy rhythm.
The audience is watching… unsure whether to gasp or clap.
And I keep juggling.