My Truth – Gripping The Tightrope


My feelings as the Coronavirus Fear started to bite. (10 minute writing prompt.)

My truth is that I’m so fucking tired. I juggle all the things that I think I should. My face mostly calm while I do so – my feet gripping the tightrope – my leg muscles constantly adjusting to the tension of a new ball to juggle. Kids, autism, dyslexia, dyspraxia, dysgraphia, work, venues, customers – vegan customers, high maintenance customers, low maintenance ones – relationships, support, love, irritation, anger, laughter. I juggle all these things and more, and mostly I do ok.

But now a strange menace has crept into my arena and is pulling the tightrope, tugging it and pinging it.

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