Bad Days and Perseverance
The last few months have been absolutely the most difficult of my entire life. I have had to make some incredibly tough and painful decisions, still the right decisions I feel, but painful nonetheless. I find myself in a very precarious situation in my personal and business life; I am in the middle of starting new ventures in both areas, while also carrying the burden of maintaining the status quo.
I feel like one of those people who do plate spinning tricks, who has just realized that he has far too many plates in the air, and not enough places to balance them all, so he keeps juggling. Sometimes I wish I could just let everything drop, pick up the pieces I want, and go about putting them back together. Sometimes I think long and hard about doing just that… then I realize that there are numerous people depending on me to keep the plates not only spinning, but moving in the proper direction.
I know that things have not been perfect. I know that I haven’t been the greatest [husband | friend | employee | boss | sibling] lately, I have to keep running around making sure the plates that are getting a little wobbly don’t crash, that doesn’t leave a lot of time to spend with one plate in particular; just enough to put it back on course, or a close approximation.
I am the type of person who tries to see his imperfections (that’s hard and humbling work sometimes) and work them out. I know there are things about myself that people don’t like, but I do the best that I can.
I had a particularly bad day today, which spurred this post. One plate got a little too wobbly, off course, and is about to come crashing down. I have done the smart thing (I hope) that any experienced plate spinner guy should do when he realizes his plight… ask for help. I am not at all above asking for help, it’s just that I forget sometimes that I have a great network of friends, business or personal, that would step in at any time and lend a much needed hand. Sometimes I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders and am so busy just carrying that load, eyes shut tight, that I don’t stop, look around, and cry out for help. I don’t know what it is about myself that causes that to happen, but I chalk it up to another thing to work out for myself.
Regardless though, all you can do is keep on moving, hopefully in a forward direction. I am not above asking for help, but I’m also not incapable of busting ass and just pressing on. Sometimes people get [hurt | left behind | shoved aside | maimed] in the process and that is a very hard thing for me to deal with, I like to try to make everybody happy, but, again, another thing I have had to learn to deal with.
Here’s to another (hopefully better) day!