I Got My Bloodwork Results: “My Monkey and My Circus”


You’ve heard the saying about someone who is flying out of control, seemingly without apparent cause: “Not my monkey. Not my circus!” I’ve even said that about a friend who turns every molehill into a mountain. It was my way of separating myself, not getting pulled into her drama and trauma.

I gained a new perspective this week. It WAS my monkey and my circus.