Life is, for the most part, a constant circus act of keeping your plates balanced and spinning on the end of a pole, a never-ending sideshow of keeping an eye on everything all at once.
Some people seem to do it effortlessly, strolling along, knowing just when to spin this plate or that. Some people give the appearance of balancing them effortlessly. Some have a little wobble here and there; some manage to keep the plates mysteriously on top of the poles even as they flap in uneven circles, like birds that will never fly.
And some of us.
Some of us have all the plates hit the ground at once.
Now, I say “some of us,” when it could as easily be “sometimes” because maybe every one of us experiences some of each. And what registers as a plate for one person may not be the same as for another.
Different things are harder for different people.
But when they all hit the ground, the dust of the circus tent floor settling on their dull surface, it can feel impossible to know how to get them going again. Any at all on the end of a pole seems like magic.
A magic you might not have at that exact moment.
But here’s the secret, and you inner perfectionist is going to fight you on it, but you tell them to shush.
Focus on one plate at a time.
Only one plate. Pick one, brush off the dirt, and get that one spinning, no matter how many times it takes. It’s fine if it falls off the first, second or tenth time. The only audience at this circus is you.
When you get that one up and going–and not if, when because you will–then you can take another and another. One thing at a time.
Eventually you may even be one of those people with all of them spinning like it was never a problem. Or maybe you’ll never be, and that’s OK too.
But one is OK. One is enough. One is all you need.
Have a great Tuesday.
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