12 years ago, my buddy drags me out to a dive bar in Calgary. I'm broke, depressed, and feeling totally lost. The server comes over and mentions she's a hula hooper.Something shifts in me. It's excitement, like this fizzing sensation that starts in my stomach but then moves up into my chest because I say, "Oh, that's really neat. I juggle glow-in-the-dark balls kind of like this." And she says, "Well, there's this really cool circus in town. You should audition." So, I do. For 10 years, I performed in more ...