3 weeks left until our final performance. Not one student that isn't injured. Everyone is in stupid amounts of pain. None of us sleeping right. All of us stressing.
Feeling so pleased with myself for finally mastering my handstand on the Chinese Pole.
Thought I'd take it up a notch by throwing it in my routine 5m above ground.
And then I fell.
Head first.
From handstand to crash mat in a quarter of a second.
Yet for a good 5 seconds, I felt myself fall to my death. For 5 whole seconds, I watched my entire world shatter beneath me. For 5 seconds, my heart stopped beating.
Then I landed in a soft cloud of crash mats, watching my heart beating on the floor beside me. All I could feel was the place where my heart had been ripped out of my chest, 15 silent eyes staring at me in shock, a burn on my left shoulder and a serious appreciation of life.
I am fully aware that falling and potentially seriously injuring myself is something extremely common in circus, and will happen to me many more times. I just don't think it's something I'm ever going to get used to.
I am well and truly in love with this beautiful girl I hang out with.
She helps me find home amongst the city.
We're sitting on top looking out over the Thames river and the city, surrounded by bush and snacking on lollies when she says "Yeaaahh, this is living". Wise words from a 6 year old.
Yeeeoooowwww we found a rope swing!! We also found a pile of pasta which led to someone rolled up in a sleeping bag next to a bottle of vodka ...