Have you ever felt like
a big, fat doofus? I have…more than I’d
like to admit actually. As I look back
with hindsight being 20/20, I realize that many of my “doofussy” moments were
caused because I was trying to please everyone or make everything work; and
sometimes in life that’s just not possible.
Adhering to schedules
can be a harrowing task and then, when something unexpected happens, it can
throw a wrench in the best laid plans and send everything spiraling out of
control. Sometimes it feels like I’m a
juggler and just when I have my balls spinning nicely, someone throws in an
extra ball or tries to jump in and help me juggle the balls. Either way, my rhythm gets broken and the
balls begin to fall. At this moment, I
do what any good juggler does and dive to save as many of them as I can…but
that isn’t always the smart choice.
Sometimes you just have to dive out of the way and let the balls fall
where they will.
Inevitably, while
trying to save the falling balls feelings get hurt and people get
offended. “How dare she not catch my
ball?” “How dare she think this could
work?” “The nerve!” "She's ruined the surprise!" "Mom, you KNOW how important this is!"
And there I sit, the doofus, clutching my
balls and spewing apologies all around. ~
I can relate all too well. It is a difficult task to wear many hats. We are human afterall, and there is only so much we can do at a time. Here's to smooth juggling and no apologies! :)
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