I really like roller coasters. I didn’t always, when I was
really young I found them terrifying, but as I got older I learned to enjoy the
thrill of them. I love the rush of speeding down from great heights, or being
turned upside-down in one of those crazy loops. Of course there is one part of
the roller coaster that I hate. It’s that slow ride up before it drops you. The
anxiety and anticipation is dreadful, it’s the scariest part of the whole
experience. And to be honest I am still a fraidy cat, it takes some doing to
get talked onto a new roller coaster (fear of the unknown) but once I get there
I am glad I took the ride
Am now recognizing that I approach a lot of aspects of my
life the way I do roller coasters. When confronted with new situation I find
myself feeling much like I do when I am climbing that first hill of a roller
coaster. The only difference is that in life I am typically not strapped in,
making it easy to bolt. The trait of fight or flight is rather strong in me.
And more often than not flight is my go to move (though I got some fight in me
too, just ask my sister… on second thought don’t).
But the thing is, if we always run away we never give
ourselves the chance to enjoy the moment. Look I understand that the next
roller coaster I get on could be the worst experience of my life. It may make
me so sick that I loose my lunch, or it scare me so bad that I never want to
get on another ride again. These are very real possibilities. But it could also
be the greatest ride of my life, and I’ll never know unless I hold on and take
the chance.
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