I once saw a picture of a juggler spinning plates on slender poles - he had maybe ten plates going at one time.
I can relate.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote out a plan for what I want to accomplish for this year. Ambitious, but doable, I think. I am now into the third month, and I feel like I have so many things going at once that at any moment a plate may slip and crash. But instead of being a negative feeling, it is somewhat akin to euphoria. There is a wonderful glee when so many of your ideas are slowly coming into being reality.
Working for myself lets me reap the rewards of my efforts. It also, unfortunately, means that in order to get the work done, I have to manage spinning being a mom, a bookkeeper, a painter, a teacher, a wife, a motivator, and countless other plates. So far, I think a few have crashed, but I am still trying.
It is in accepting imperfection that we free ourselves.