Have you ever been to a circus and watched someone spin plates on a stick? Of course it’s quite impressive, and it certainly took the performer plenty of practice (and many failures too) to get their personal plate to spinning ratio perfect. But even he or she will reach a point where they just cannot add any more plates without all of the others crashing down.
My plates recently came crashing down to the floor.
Thankfully none of them shattered. I did learn, however, that I, the crazy lady that thrives on constant side hustling and very little sleep, do have a tipping point.
Adding the Final Plate
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I enjoy side hustling and I constantly have several gigs going on at once. I have my full time job working in the senior living industry, which consumes over 40 hours per week (not including the 2-3 hours I spend commuting each day). I work at an espresso stand several times during the month on my days “off.” I’m doing some freelance writing and also trying to keep this website updated for you. And I also recently completed a 2 month stint working as an usher at the circus in the evenings. I usually have no problem managing my time, and actually feel pretty energized by the amount of work that I do.
Until I decided to cater overnight high school graduation parties. I just spent the last three weeks working all week long, then working from 9pm-6am serving pizza and donuts to newly-graduated high school seniors 3 nights on the weekends. The company I worked for was created out of a mission to keep seniors safe from drinking and driving on what is statistically the deadliest day of the year for teenagers, and I highly value their vision. Unfortunately, these parties were almost deadly for me.
The multiple, consecutive days of sleeping just an hour here or there left me feeling worse than terrible. My concentration was nil. My social life was non existent. I couldn’t get anything done at home. I gained a few pounds when this pushed my Weight Watchers diet out the window. Plus I ended up calling in sick twice at work because I physically felt so ill. And what do I have to show for it? Five hundred measly dollars.
Don’t get me wrong, $500 is absolutely nothing to sneeze at. But everything comes at a cost, and to me, my physical, mental, and emotional well-being is worth way more than $500.