Yesterday, I spent the afternoon in the park, juggling. I've been pretty focused on clubs lately, as I start to crack the code. I spent some time working on a sequence with the balls, which was really fun, but then the clubs took my attention.
I've been getting about 7-8 good throws with them before my throws become desperate and I lose the thread. But yesterday, the runs seemed to be getting longer. It's an exhilarating feeling, to know you are in control of the pattern, to know you are creating. So I decided to count throws, and see if I was really progressing.
The first few times I did count some tens and twelves, which was nice. But then there was a run that felt really tuned in. I can tell I've got it when the whole affair slows down and I seem to have all the time I need. The count kept building as the clubs slapped into my hands, twelve, thirteen... Fifteen... Seventeen. Now it felt like home.
I missed the 21st throw and caught 22 and 23. So that's my new country; 20 good throws with my pop bottle and wooden dowel, home made clubs. My new ones are on order.
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