Write first. Title later.
It’s like emotional equilibrium is some spinning top, subject to the least bit of external flotsam.
The day is cloudy and dull – it slows the turn.
The sun peeks out from behind the clouds – a spirited pirouette.
A missed meeting, a note calling to speak but with unnamed intent – it wobbles.
There are times when my belief in my stability is unshakable. Not my circus? Not my monkeys.
Wish I could bottle that belief and keep it in my pocket when in need to pick myself up.