Saturday, March 3, 2012


I did not know that I would have to be a juggler and that I would have an audience who would grade my performance.  Seriously, juggling is harder than it looks.  It would be one thing if each hand were responsible for only one thing, but once you let that one thing go for a split second, something else drops in its place.  I can’t even number how many things I have flying over my head or how many have dropped.  Oh, I pick them back up.  Sometimes they get dirty.  Some get broken or bruised.  Others get replaced, but most are irreplaceable.  I wish that I had gone to school for juggling, but I don’t think one exists.  At least not for juggling life. 

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