Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

Juggle

Everything is building in momentum, increasing in intensity. I’m juggling balls, head high, eyes up watching, while my hands move seemingly of their own volition. I feel graceful, skillful.

And then, it happens. I drop the balls, the juggle is over and as I sink to my knees to snatch at the rolling balls, I realise I am wholly without grace.

 

Photo by Ellen Qin on Unsplash

 

 

5 thoughts on “Juggle”

  1. When I was supervising pathology services for the Northern Territory, one of my bench scientists had a qualification in circus science. She could juggle agar plates and blood culture bottles in the laboratory.

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