When you are forever living for the next upswing of a high that will catch you just in time, too many days in a row without a win can make you feel untethered. Like you are simultaneously falling and failing at everything.

So what you need to hear is this: if you only live for a few throw the confetti days, then you are MISSING out on MOST of your life.

Leaping, always leaping, never knowing if the net will appear. It's a thrilling way to live. Until it isn't. 

 These billowing currents of hot air and highlight reels turned icy chill in the fickle fog of their absence, leave tiny thunderstorms of destruction in their wake.

Sure there is a certain thrill to flying. But when the bottom falls out, make no mistake, it lands with a thud.

The way that you boldly believe in yourself and the work you are doing- the beautiful life you are building- it's something most of us wish we had more of.

But you do not have to go it alone in order for this work to matter. And you have to find a way to anchor yourself in something more solid than this tossed and tumbled hope, this high-wire act of waiting for the next good thing to happen to you. There is a miracle happening right in front of you even on the most ordinary of days.