Grow some balls.
Everyone juggles 5 balls.
Work. Family. Health. Friends. and Integrity.
The work ball is rubber....it is always rubber. No matter if you drop it, it WILL bounce back.
The other balls are all glass. Drop them, and see them either get scuffed up, chipped, or shattered.
I, however, think that we have a 6th ball made of cement. True Love.
It's really hard to juggle, as it should be. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it, and it wouldn't mean anything.
I had all 5 balls in the air, and finally...I threw in my 6th.
But then, I lost my balance, and dropped my integrity. It's still on the ground and it's scuffed up. My health is down there too, but that is chipped. I hope I don't step on it. Then came my family. They are totally chipped. And today.....thanks to my badly chipped integrity, I thought about dropping my friends ball. I keep forgetting the only one that is rubber is work. The only ball that isn't totally damaged. But, my review looked nice on paper, but my boss had less than stellar words. People at work wonder why I go to the bathroom so much, the lady upstairs hates my writing style, and I need to pump out more Spanish. "Drop the ball" I keep telling myself, "Drop the fucking ball." You don't fucking need this shit.
But then I told myself....with out my work ball, I won't have health insurance. But either way, I could still go to the doctor. I really should too. I don't like to talk about what I think I have...because talking about it makes it real. And I'm too young to die. I can't fucking step on my health ball.
And then, there's that old cement True Love ball. Heavy as hell to whirl around, but it's worth it. Sometime during all of this I had to set it down to tie my shoe. I did it subconsiously. And now I'm too fucking weak to pick it back up. But it doesn't matter anymore....he doesn't want picked up.