Too Many Balls!

So, I have decided I must have been a Jester in a past life. 

Goofy shoes, goofy hat.... Seriously, it's the only thing that explains my crazy ass!  This would explain my clumsy feet, weird nature and the constant need  to make a fool of myself.  None of this, however, explains why I trip in the exact same spot every day in the hall way going to my office.

However, I thought a jester knew how to juggle shit without missing a beat.  They throw balls, plates or hatchets on fire or whatever it is they juggle up into the air and then catch them again with a smile on their face!   No effort! 

At any rate, here I am, a clown like creature with a funky hat on and shoes twice the size on my feet, juggling problems, ideas, issues, relationships, projects, staff, work, covid, who is REALLY the next President of the USA... the list is endless these days, and none of it comes back down!  Where they hell did they go?  Are they just staying up there mocking me while I am waiting for them all to crash to the ground.  

They want to screw my day up!

I'm so tired of juggling.  No matter how well I get at juggling, someone ads ONE MORE problem!  

I am stressed to the max with a smile on my face.  It's my own fault.  I am an over achiever and a dreamer.  And unapologetic about neither.  Add a pinch of vanity and you have a jester juggling life I suppose.  

The real fear is, one of the things I am juggling is going to knock into another one  mid air, and before you know it, it will be raining mayhem for days.