Browser Despair + MST: Juggling Changed Everything

Hey, Ya’ll! Welcome back to Simply Paradise & Haven. 

I do want to apologize for not having the pics of my trip up as I’ve said I would. I’ve been a little busier than I expected. Not to mention, when I went to download the pictures off of my iCloud so I could draft the posts for ya’ll, I discovered that iCloud has decided it doesn’t want to work on my primary browser any longer. So now, I still need download the pictures. I now have three browsers on my computer. I use Microsoft Edge for 98% of what I do. Neopets and Pinterest won’t work on Edge so I use Internet Explorer for them(minus a few events and a world in Neopets that won’t work on Explorer but do work in Edge). But I don’t use Explorer for iCloud as the couple of pictures I did download(not of the trip just in case) took forever. So I use Google Chrome for iCloud. But trying to remember that I need to download the pictures, now in the middle of NaNoWriMo, when I’m doing this and that. But I will upload the pics and details of my Flip A Coin trip. 

Now, let us move onto this week’s Monday Short Tale. 

As a young girl, she learned how to juggle fruit: apples, oranges, sometimes pears. There was little risk, little drama, and people smiled politely and then moved on. But of course, as she grew older, her juggling progressed as well. And people started paying attention when she started juggling first rocks that grew heavier and heavier. Then she began juggling dull knives that graduated to razor sharp daggers to short swords to flaming swords. 

Her father enjoyed what she did but her mother absolutely hated it. She thought it was completely unladylike and would punish her anytime she found her practicing. As such, she began practicing in sly only revealing what she was doing if her father was home as her father wouldn’t allow her mother to punish her for something, as he declared, so silly. He thought it was good that she had a hobby. No one should do nothing but work in his opinion. He didn’t see any harm in juggling, even as she slowly graduated to more dangerous materials as long as she was careful. 

She quickly discovered that putting a hat out as she juggled in public, such as the park or the subways, she made some cash simply for doing something she enjoyed. When she discovered her second passion of being on the stage, she knew there was no way she’d be able to go to college to study acting. She didn’t dare tell her parents her desire, her father would likely support her but if her mother disliked her juggling so much, there was no possible way she’d give her blessing. 

Without her mother’s blessing, she doubted her father would pay for her college. He didn’t go against her wishes and buy her anything for her juggling, after all. 

So, she hyped up her juggling and began saving every penny for either to make her juggling better, such as the hula hoop she eventually added, acting lessons on the sly, or for college expenses. When she wasn’t juggling for money or practicing, she was studying, working her hardest to earn any scholarships she could. She was determined to make it to the stage someday. 

As time came for her to graduate, her parents insisted on knowing what her plans for the future were. They’d left it alone as she’d assured them she had it under control. But as the actual day came, they wanted to know. She gathered the acceptance letter, scholarship letters, and degree details and told them her dreams. 

As expected, her mother hated it. She didn’t actually want her daughter to attend college as if she was too smart, no man would be interested in her. But if she had to, she wanted it to be for something far more ladylike, such as art, fashion, literature, or education. Something she believed her daughter would likely not use once she married but could be used for future children. 

Her father was surprised but supportive. He assured her that he would do what he could to help her with her living expenses. She could tell that made her mother angry but her father ignored it. 

As such, later once her mother had stalked off, she gave her father a lone ticket for her last play at the high school. She wanted her father to see just what her passion was and that she truly was talented at it. He promised he would be there. 

And he was, showing up backstage with a dozen roses and a glowing review of her performance. 

Because of his support her entire life, even defying her mother as she studied in college and graduated, she ensured he received a ticket 10 years later to her first Broadway play. 

She had worked so hard, but she had made it. And she still juggled as a hobby even now, no longer needing to take in money for it. She found it quite ironic but at that same play, she introduced her father to her fiancé, a man she’d met working on an off broadway play and who was attracted to her because of the juggling. He’d never seen anyone who could juggle so well and was fascinated. Everything her mother hated granted her happiness in the end. 

Pity her mother refused to be around to see it. 


Well, that was certainly not quite what I expected it to be. It started with a prompt and as a lot of writing does, took a life of its own. 

P.S. Those of you who have been with me for a long while may have noticed I haven’t been posting links to my writing on Medium lately. That’s because I’ve discovered Medium isn’t really for fiction writing. I’ve got followers there, people who have clapped for my stories and I’ll keep writing for Medium. But I don’t think it’s going to be a source of income that I’d hoped it would be so I’m stepping back momentarily and taking another look at what I’m doing for incomes in addition to my pet care company. 

(If any of you have any ideas, please feel free to comment down below)

‘Til Next Time, Friends! 


Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never ever have enough.




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