Inbalance

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.

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