I would be a really bad juggler. I can never keep too many things in the air at once.
I was asked this morning, “How are you doing?”
I gave an honest reply – I feel like there are dozens of balls are falling around me from every direction. I am not juggling; I am trying to decide which balls I need to catch and which ones I can deflect or even let smash into the ground. There is no way I can catch them all – and I recognize that. I need to be selective.
The balls I need to catch and take care of are the ones that involve my faith, my daughter, my parents, my closest friends, my health, my job. These are the balls that are most important.
The others? If I can catch the ones that involve friends/acquaintances, or other volunteer opportunities, school, I might take care of them, too, but only if my hands aren’t already too full.
The trick is, and I am still trying to figure this part out, how to identify the balls I need to catch while they are still a good distance away, while they are still in the air where I can catch them.