Juggling is Learning to Drop the Balls You Want to Drop

Today is the first day of my favorite month, and no, it's not my favorite month because my birthday happens to be in it. In fact, I would probably like it better if my birthday wasn't in October. I'm not all that fond of birthdays, but I love autumn, and October's crisp days and nights always seem filled with promise to me.

So what's a girl to do as she faces yet another year (almost) gone by? I could take stock, I guess, and I suppose that's what I've been doing. Several good things this year. Nothing too awful. Could be worse.

Still... I hope it gets better.

October is always bittersweet -- the reality of the end of summer, the sense of encroaching winter, and the worry that where you hope to be is never where you're going to be. I keep telling myself it's the journey that matters, and so it is. And that like a true Libra, I must balance between what's been and what's coming. There is so much beauty in the world; I'll concentrate on that, for now.

Let me reap what I've sown. I think that's my wish for this year. And let me remember that there will be water if God wills it.