Have you ever been on a spinning teacup ride? You sit down, buckle in, and at first it's fun—you laugh, you spin, you wave at people watching from the sidelines. You and the other people in your cup take turns trying to make everything go faster. But then suddenly, it's faster. And then it's faster still, and before long it's too fast. It's chaos and overwhelm. There's no "stop" button, and by the end of the ride you're halfway in your own seat and halfway in the next, gripping the wheel with one hand and your churning belly with the other. You might even shake your head as the ride's slowing down, and wonder why you got on in the first place.
In the aftermath, as you walk away, finding balance with careful steps and slow deep breaths, you might swear you'll never do that to yourself again.
And if you're an overthinker like me, just barely on the other side of a week that felt very much like a teacup spinning out of control, you might realize in the quiet that follows...you've learned a valuable lesson.
Last week's ride began with a minor car accident early Monday morning, which quite literally spun the day out of balance. In the stillness of a deserted parking lot, as traffic continued largely uninterrupted on the nearby road, I stood with a stranger, exchanging insurance information—and grace. There was compassion, kindness, and even a little laughter. But by the time I fell into bed on Friday evening, I had also dragged myself through the busyness of three Bible study groups, three doctor's appointments, and another week of driving both my oldest and my youngest daughters back and forth to work or school. In separate directions. At separate times.
Exhaustion and stress were wearing me down, despite the fact that the week fairly overflowed with beautiful moments: no injuries or significant damage in the accident, a 24-hour computer crash was solved, I made a beautiful mini-loaf of gluten free sourdough bread, my youngest daughter received good news at both of her doctor's appointments, and I had a beautiful revelation while studying the book of John.
Parts of the ride were beautiful and fun...I found peace in an unexpected conversation with an old friend, connection in a shared moment of respect with my doctor. But my teacup was still spinning too fast. What about all the things that weren't happening? What about dishes and laundry and grocery shopping and everything else I simply wasn't home long enough to complete? What about writing?
Inner peace felt like a distant memory as my mind's eye returned over and over again to an imaginary wall of clocks all neatly labeled with expectations and responsibilities—and all of them shades of angry red, each one counting down to abject failure. Clock hands, all spinning like teacups.
The thing about clocks (and teacups) is that they know nothing of humanity. They understand by their own design the boundaries of space and time, but they can't measure rest or resilience, and I doubt anyone has ever truly found emotional health in either a clock or a teacup—with or without the spinning.
Friday morning, my doctor commented on my blood pressure, which has been normal for ages but was suddenly high again. Internally, I added another worry to my mental checklist; externally, my doctor and I discussed the changes in my life since I saw her last year. The new diagnoses for my younger daughter. The carefully juggled transitioning boundaries as my oldest daughter moved back home. The challenge of learning to slow down in spirit even as my body is constantly urged to greater speed in the dizzying teacup that is my life. The lessons learned. The perspective shifts.
She laughed at my calendar, shaking her head a bit. "I don't know how you do it all," she said.
"I look for humor in hard times," I answered wryly. "Some days, it's laugh or cry."
"And you laugh."
And in those moments I felt seen. Not just in my weight and blood pressure and blood work, but in who I am and why. In a reminder that people matter more than programs, prescriptions, and platitudes. In the simplicity of shared recognition that sometimes, handling stress while living in the storm means finding wholeness in the chaos, rather than frantically seeking an exit.
Sometimes the best self-care is holding onto calm and staying grounded right there in the mess, trusting that this too shall pass.
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The teacups don't have a "stop" button, and unfortunately, they don't have a "slow down" button either. Sometimes the ride keeps spinning no matter how much we want off or how dizzy we get.
But the beauty of internal wholeness is a grounding acceptance of the fact that stillness doesn't require removal. Often, the stillness on this teacup ride of life is found in the stolen glimpses we catch as the world spins on around us. Grace that softens mistakes, laughter that shatters tension. Kindness and compassion that make a person safe to be who they are, flaws and all.
Sometimes the storm is inescapable, like the way I must straighten my shoulders and navigate my youngest daughter's health no matter how tired or sad or scared I am...because I am the only one here to do it. Sometimes you're stuck in it because the struggle is worth it, like the way I sigh wearily and grab my keys for the umpteenth time to drive my oldest daughter to work...because I want to see her succeed, I want her to know that it's okay to need help, and I want her to trust that I'm here for her just as much as I have always been.
Sometimes stillness meets us right there in the chaos, in the meeting of eyes filled with understanding or a voice laced with patience. And right now, I'm living for those moments. Because no matter how fast this teacup spins, I'm still as determined as ever to...
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