Circus Arts, Our Storied Lives, Radical Acceptance, Vulnerablity, and Finding Joy in the Meantime (and “Talking Heads”, too). “Time Isn’t Holding Us.” The Talking Heads And you may say to yourself, “My God, What have I done?” – The Introduction It was close to a year ago, bright and early one Saturday morning, that I found myself standing at a scaffold, or plank, leaning forward over a net that seemed to be thousands of feet below me. I had a tight belt around my waist, which served as a harness supposedly to keep me safe – that was the idea anyway. Some guy I had just met was standing with me on the scaffold, holding a metal loop attached to the back of the belt I was wearing. I was also somehow belayed to a person standing below me on the ground to the side of the net. As I leaned forward, looking down into what seemed like an endless gulf, to a barely visible net, this guy I had just met seemed to be the only thing keeping me from falling to my death. I looked a