curse of the plate twirler

in the few months since coming home from my DTS, I have managed to load my schedule to the max. this seems to be a trend for me. I like being busy, I like this kind of lifestyle, but is it possible that it's because it's all I've known?

sometimes I feel a bit like one of those plate twirlers. you know, like the ones you usually see coupled with awful "comedic" majicians on cruiselines or the ones you see on America's Got Talent. they get a bunch of plates spinning on poles and one starts to wobble and fall and they run over and save it, then the one on the very end starts in and they run back over to save that one. I feel like that guy sometimes.



between the relationships I'm struggling to maintain (and feeling guilty about not doing a better job), my job, my family, my morals, my relationship with the Lord...it's all pretty overwhelming. and I'll be the first to say that I have no idea how to keep them all spinning.

I bought a weekly planner the other day. my feeble attempt at keeping myself from imploding like a dying star. but am I happy? yes, actually. I just feel like sometimes I'm grasping at straws.