Multiple items. Up and down, hand to hand. My eyes follow each for a short, slight moment. Just long enough to make sure each item follows the right path. Hand up, hand down.
Even in all of the movement, even in all the chaos, I find a rhythm.
And even in a rhythm, chaos finds me.
And that’s how I feel: Touching everything I care about just long enough to set it on the most right path that I can. Making sure to catch it when it falls, and making sure to let it go when it’s time for it to move on.
And the thing about juggling, is that sometimes things fall. And most of the time, a lot of things fall. And some of the time, we are able to catch a fair few of the items
we juggled just before they hit the ground.
And then we start over and repeat the juggling process, because we’re jugglers.
And jugglers juggle.
And that’s how I feel: Moving and causing movement because that is what I do.
And I found a rhythm.
And then chaos found me.
And now I have to start over.
Juggle, drop, repeat.