Hey, old friend.

“Hey, old friend.  Remember the day you betrayed me.  It’s been years.  But I haven’t forgotten. The bitter taste still lingers on my tongue.

Hey, old friend.  Remember when I showed you how to kick a ball, dunk a basket, hit a home run.  The other boys laughed, only I stood by you.  But then you gave me your back.  The clench of my fist still hasn’t loosened.

Hey, old friend.  Remember when I taught you how to shave your chin, style your hair, pick your clothes.  You came out looking good for the girls.  But then you denied me.  The punch in my chest still sinks deep.

Hey, old friend.  My little boy sits next to your little boy in class.  I said to him, ‘His father was an old friend.’  But I didn’t tell him of your bitter tasting, chest punching, fist clenching betrayal.  I taught my son well, I hope you have taught yours better.”

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End of the tightrope

You walked the tightrope.

One step.  Juggling function.

Two step.  Juggling function and family.

Three step.  Juggling function, family and friends.

Four step. Juggling function, family, friends and fitness.

Five step.  Juggling function, family, friends, fitness and fun.

You reached the end of the tightrope.  Free your tired hands and let the balls drop and roll – except for two.  One in your right hand, one in your left.  For that is all your two hands should hold at the end of the rope.

Embrace them and have a balanced weekend.