“Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends, and integrity. And you’re keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls—family, health, friends, integrity—are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered.” -James Peterson
On some days, it feels like nothing is going right. I am dropping all the balls, even the glass ones. And it hurts. In some months, those days just keep on coming, back to back, until it is raining, pouring, glass balls dropping and shattering until I can't distinguish the individual crashes, and all it is is a roar, a sickening flood, and every night ends with the thought of, "I failed today".