It’s juggling, ok? The metaphor is juggling.
I’ve used juggling to describe my life many times before and clichéd as it is, it’s the metaphor that fits best. I used to be a proud juggler – multi-tasker extraordinaire, I could juggle many balls at once and was revered for keeping them in the air despite all odds. These days, i feel lucky if I can juggle with two.
I can sort of keep work and study in the air, but as soon as i add a third: housework, for example, they all come crashing down. There just doesn’t seem to be a way to juggle all the things I need to do.
I feel as though my best is never good enough, that I just can’t give anything 100%. Useless.
I’m not going all debbie-downer on you, believe me – my goal is to be happy and healthy and to find positives in every situation BUT at the moment I am really honestly struggling to do so. I am trying so hard but feel completely bereft of energy- unable to give my children, my relationship, my responsibilities the time, energy and attention they deserve.
I’ve dropped all my balls and don’t know how to pick them back up again.
