sometimes i feel like i have to keep all the balls in the air. i forget that it is not always necessary to be the perfect juggler. to have all the answers. to have mapped the course from start to finish. often times, for me, it's when the balls drop that i start to see the forest through the trees. i am so thankful for the moments of fuzzy clarity when nothing is as i imagined it to be, but things settle into place so perfectly.
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