Life is like a rollercoaster.

Last week I found myself sort of stalling. I knew I needed to get a lot done before my trip to Europe but I couldn't really remember what it was that was so pressing. I had some large projects, but I couldn't get started on them because I'd completely lose my place while I wandered the globe. I did had a few smaller projects to focus on but then I obsessed over them to such a ridiculous degree that I placed a task time limit on myself--only a certain amount of time per day was allowed for obsessing. So what to do with the rest of my life...?

My rollercoaster had climbed a hill and I was perched in that precarious spot between valley and valley. The lack of the world blurring past me at high-speed was confusing. The wind was gone, the world was quite. A bird chirped. I shook my fragile wooden carriage obsessively. I was supposed to be going somewhere, not basking in the spring sun on top of a very large hill.

Almost imperceptibly, my wooden life boat on wheels started to roll forward on its own. I stopped shaking and watched curiously. Little by little the view down the tracks became visible. My breath caught. The valley was very deep, so deep that the bottom was lost in clouds. Crap. I had never seen anything like it. The steepness and sheer drop of the tracks spelled almost certain death. The carriage had picked up enough speed to make jumping out impossible. The only choice I had was to tighten my seatbelt, grip the bar in front of me, pray a whole lot and enjoy the ride.

Oh man oh man oh man oh man....