Is it really not my circus?

23 Aug

I think I am beginning to say “Not my circus, not my clowns” utterly too much nowadays.

I have always been a passionate and involved person. I have often not hesitated to propose a solution to a problematic situation when I observe one happening. To me, brainstorming and creativity are *good* things, limited only by the tact of perhaps not knowing someone well enough to mess in his personal affairs (see: busybody).

Public affairs are a different matter. When things go awry at work, in the neighborhood, at church, or anywhere else where we are a member of a community, I feel it is necessary to consider brainstorming a creative solution with others there. It has not been my way, up until now, to make statements implying that the circus and the clowns are no concern of mine. However, as I age, I am choosing my causes more and more carefully because:

1) No one person can be a part of solving everything. No one has that much energy. Too many circuses out there, each one full of clowns.
2) No one person can be a part of solving everything because no one is that smart or informed. And if she were, she would be unbearably arrogant as a result. You can’t counsel every clown in every situation because you don’t have the view from God’s height of all their circuses.
3) God seems to have equipped each person with natural skills in certain areas. Those areas tend to *become* her circus. If we stick to those areas, we can be very helpful people.
4) Sometimes the clowns are going to crash their little clown cars no matter what we do. I often, now at 57, see situations that look like slow motion train wrecks about to happen. I realize that, if I say anything, I will be blamed when the crash happens because I predicted it. Some people just can’t be helped until they learn the hard way.
5) Brainstorming and creative problem solving builds community. So we have to narrow down the circuses we will consider joining and concentrate our efforts there. We can’t be everyone’s best friend nor can we join every group of human beings out there, interesting as they may all be.

Still and all, I do believe I am saying “Not my circus, not my clowns” far more than I used to do . . .

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