Today I feel like I'm in a circus. And, the act that I perform is juggling...except that I'm really bad at it.
I'm the juggler that's sweating profusely, looking very uncoordinated, very unpracticed, and barely keeping a few plates in the air.
Meanwhile, in the ring next to me is another juggler. And, she's cool, calm, smiling, and in a really cute leotard with not a single unsightly bulge or ripple showing. And, she's moved beyond juggling plates. She's juggling swords. Flaming ones. One-handed.
Am I the only one who looks at other woman and wonders how they can do all they do? I really, really try not to fall into that comparison trap. But, on days that I'm spinning my wheels, I've got dried spit-up all over my shirt, grumpy children, and a to-do list that is only getting longer, I start to feel a little inadequate.
I will admit it folks. I can't do it all! Is anyone out there willing to admit the same?