Juggler

  One, two, three, one, two, three. Around and around, don't look down. She would cycle the phrase in her mind when she had first learned to consistently keep the scarves going without dropping one. Focusing on the words seemed to focus her hands. One, two, three, one, two, three. Around and around, don't look down. On the merry go round on the playground when Joan had bet her she couldn't last more than a minute. She had gritted her teeth and was determined to prove Joan wrong. She had proven her wrong. One, two, three, one, two, three. Around and around, don't look down. He had pulled her out on the dance floor and promised to not let go of her hands while he twirled her faster than anyone else had before. She was glad she had agreed. Afterwards her face hurt from smiling. One, two, three, one, two, three. Around and around, don't look down. The up and down of the balls were almost autonomic. All the things that she had done because she had dared herself to do. And now she was free to live this life that others only dreamed of. One, two, three, one, two, three. Around and around, don't look down.