Saturday afternoon we went to see Cirque du Soleil, my first experience of this wonderful treat. For a few hours we were enthralled by acrobats, clowns, mimes, music, and jugglers. At times there was so much going on onstage that I couldn’t keep up. My eyes darted from one character to the next, back and forth, trying to take it all in.
Sounds a lot like life.
Last week we made the sudden decision to try to buy a house, and now we are in the midst of negotiations. On the one hand, I am thrilled to think that we might have a home of our own. While I love our rental–it’s spacious, bright, and roomy–it’s not mine. On the other, I worry about all my projects.
Here I am, about 75% complete on P&O’s book layout but dealing with the most difficult part, the images. Over the weekend I discovered that I will need to do some unexpected additional work to prepare for When a Grandchild Dies reprints. I’m struggling to find nooks and crannies of time to work on Exodus. Now I’m getting ready to clear out clutter and pack up a three-bedroom house?
Sounds a lot like Cirque du Soleil.
So I get through it like I always do. I set up lists. I re-evaluate all of my self-imposed timelines to see if anything can be moved around. I try to nibble at everything at least a little bit every day. I keep up with my yoga practice, which calms me down and gives me fresh ideas for how to make everything work. And I remind myself that even the best juggler drops a ball now and then.