POOF! You're a pimp!
If you're tired, you take a nappa, you don't move to Napa. Ah, this life. Only the greatest lows can bring you to the greatest highs. Like those little rubber bouncy balls we used to get out of the cheap twisty plastic machines that came in flimsy plastic containers. Such little treasures that we took for granted throughout our childhood. Everyone always wanted to bigger ball. Little did we know that we'd learn a lot about life from bouncing that ball. So small in size, yet packed with quite a bounce when enough force was put upon it. If you didn't control it just right, or hang on to it tight, it would find its way out of your hand, bounce erratically and uncontrollably to the point of which it's path was unknown to all who surrounded it, and all those who attempted to contain it. Give it a bounce with all your might and away it goes. Gently bounce it against the desktop carefully guarding it with the palm of your hands with your fingers forming a cage around it and it will never escape your grasp. Sometimes, no matter how much fun you've had keeping that ball all to yourself, you have to share. You have to let it go. You give it a tight squeeze, give it one last glance, a gentle stroke and you give it the biggest push of your whole life. Sad to see it go you stay where you are and let it go fulfill the path it was meant to, even if that means without you. Just know, just remember, when you least expect it, a little rubber ball will come bouncing back into your life.