Feb 25th – Juggling Julie

February 25th – Juggling Julie


Julie liked to juggle things. Ordinarily, this would not be a bad thing, but in this case, liked doesn’t really go far enough. With Julie it was a sort of compulsion. Julie had to juggle things. All things.

It started innocuously enough. Her uncle bought her a set of juggling balls for her tenth birthday and then, over the course of that birthday afternoon, taught her to juggle. Julie juggled from that point onwards. She got good.

Julie juggled through secondary school. At first it was entertaining: for her friends, her classmates, even her teachers. After all, who doesn’t like to see a bit of juggling. She saved up her pocket money and progressed from balls, to rings, and then , on her sixteenth birthday, to a set of fire clubs. She juggled for money in the street, worked out a little routine set to music, and made money from tourists happy to have their summer afternoons interrupted by a bit of street entertainment.

One Saturday, just before her A-levels, Julie took herself off to Covent Garden, and set herself up there. She didn’t come back.

Obviously this was a concern to her parents, who, although they had their daughter’s best interests at heart, thought it best for her to complete her education. I’m happy, she told them, I’m doing what I want to do. Ans so they agreed on a year out, allowing Julie to follow her juggling dreams, as long as she promised to come back and take her exams.

Julie moved to France.

She fell in lobe with a street magician called Fabien, grew her hair into dreadlocks, stopped wearing shoes. She did the summer fairs in Avignon, Marseille, Nimes. She juggled knives, fireballs, anything she could get her hands on, and she still got better. She didn’t come back to take her exams.

In Nice she was approached by a representative from Cirque du Soleil: they’d seen her work, liked her look, thought there might be a way they could fit her into the show. Julie said goodbye to Fabien, and moved to the USA.

It was with some pride that Julie’s parents, along with her uncle, were in prime seats in a fancy arena in Los Angeles, watching Julie open the show, juggling, spotlit while acrobats tumbled around her. They were open mouthed as they watched her juggle chainsaws from a trapeze, swinging high above the auditorium, bathed in applause.

All of which goes to show that sometimes, even if they’re as off-the-wall as juggling for a living, you just have to follow your dreams.

Like Julie.


Inspired by a prompt from here

2 thoughts on “Feb 25th – Juggling Julie

  1. You just have to follow your dreams eh, Matt? Bullshit.

    Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. I’ll never go back to Manderley.

    Last night I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill

    Last night I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still.

    No hope, no harm
    Just another false alarm

    Ay, there’s the rub. Total bullshit


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