I often complain about all there is to do with the time I have. (I will admit that having a two year old around makes a difference.) I don't seem to control the many layers of my day as I have in the past. I try to decide what is really important.
This week, as I watched the junk man roll down the street with his amazing balancing act, I realized that somehow he knew that the placement was right and that it would not fall over. And while he added pieces to his shopping cart collection, I saw that sometimes it's the little things which hold up the big things. I understood that they keep things balanced and rolling smoothly over the bumpy parts.
Sometimes the big things alone just get too top-heavy.