Life has been a bit of a roller coaster lately. But life always is, isn’t it?
I wish for the ride to stop sometimes, but how interesting would life be without getting on a ride every now and then?
I do love roller coasters, the ones that speed you through the tracks and take you upside down. I love the rush of hormones that brings. It is not unlike my masochism. I want to be surprised by life, scared, and go through those rushes, knowing that the ride will end eventually.
Most of the time, the ride is too short, though. I want it to last. I want it to pick up the pace.
And sometimes, I am ready for a new ride. One where I can get on with Daddy at my side.
Lisa Gray 