The last few years for me have been like a roller coaster. I don’t mean that things were up and down. Not at all. In fact, I spent a year and a half doing the equivalent of waiting in a very long line.
Nothing was moving. No matter what I did, I saw no forward motion. I got up every day, went through the motions, and wished for the day when I could just pick new goals that might *someday* move. Somewhere. Anywhere. I felt I would never arrive at the front of that line.
And then, about two months or so ago, I got to the front. I climbed into the seat. I buckled in.
And now my life is catapulting forward at such speed, with such gut-churning momentum, that. I. just. want. it. to. stop. STOP!
Why did I think waiting in this line was a good idea, anyway?
