Emotional Support Sisters

You may or may not have noticed that I, Amelia, have been a little MIA lately. I have definitely dropped the ball here. 

As such, now seems to be a great time to discuss dropping the ball. 

In this juggling act that is life, there are lots of things we are trying to keep in the air. Sometimes new balls get thrown at us,sometimes we choose to add more balls. Sometimes we are juggling with the huge weights the soldiers in Mulan are supposed to carry up the pole to retrieve the arrow hanging from our elbows. 

And sometimes, despite our best efforts,we do not manage to juggle everything flawlessly. 

At such times, I have found it useful to subscribe to the “Is it glass or plastic?” method of managing things. 

If you drop a plastic ball, it doesn’t break. That doesn’t mean it is unimportant. It means that if you drop it, you can pick it up later without too much harm done. 

If you drop a glass ball, it breaks. Like the plastic balls, you have some glass balls that are more valuable than others. 

I don’t always have a choice about which ball I drop. You know, like when you are juggling and then someone runs over with an elephant. I also don’t always have the foresight to recognize that I am about to drop a ball, so I try to do the impossible and, once again, don’t have a choice about which ball I drop. It’s a lifelong learning process to figure out when I need to drop a ball and which ball to drop. 

This blog is a plastic ball. I’m going MIA, I am proud to say, that I successfully recognized I could no longer juggle all the balls and decided to drop this ball for a while. I probably could’ve done a better job of communicating to Missy and Rae that I was dropping the ball, but that’s a lesson learned for next time. 

So yeah. Whoops. Ball dropped. I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to add it back into the regular juggling routine. But at least I managed something today.