I’m not sure what normal is these days. For the past few months my life has been anything but “normal.” I have done, by necessity, too many things that I am not good at. In a way I’ve been spinning plates. 
If you have ever seen a variety show where a man spins plates on sticks you know what I’m talking about. The plate spinner gets one plate spinning and then another, then another, etc… the more plates he spins the harder his job is.
His job is not to just start the plates, he has to keep them spinning. As the plates slow he has to speed them back up while trying to start new ones. But, each new plate means more work overall. You can only keep this up for so long.
This act is usually kept up for predetermined amount of time. When the show is over the plates fall to the ground. They usually break when they hit the ground.
This is how I’ve been lately. Spinning plates is fun for a minute. It can even be fun for longer, but you can’t keep it up forever. Eventually the plates fall to the ground. I am just glad the plates are falling because the skit is over rather than the skit going awry.
In a way maybe I’m still spinning plates, but it is a number that I can handle. I’m glad to be back to normal.