Thursday, December 28, 2017
I HATE Roller Coasters
And willingly, I've ridden one everyday of this year. Not a real one like at Six Flags or somewhere like that. But just the roller coaster that is life. No other year in all of my life has been more up and down than this year, 2017.
The first half of the year I was on a high like no other I've ever felt in my life. It's been the pinnacle of my existence so far. I was abroad. I was experiencing different countries, cultures, food, drink, environments, and people. I was living a dream without a care for the "real" life of work, salaries, mortgages, or debt. At times it was surreal. I was liberated. I was free to do as I pleased for those days and weeks away.
And the 2nd half of the year was as if I was in a hot air balloon and someone had shot an arrow into the nylon fabric piercing the material causing a slow release of hot air that was previously keeping me afloat. And I was in a long, slow descent towards the rocky bottom of the a canyon where I'd be swept into the current of a winding river and taken along a combination of rapids and lulls with no end in sight.
Both halves allowed me to feel in ways that I've never felt before - extreme happiness / excitement and the dark doldrums.
I have yet to have my phoenix-like resurrection from the depths of unemployment, but I'm trying to work my way out. I'm trying to stay positive and look forward to the brighter days ahead. There are sure to be more twists and turns to this wild ride, but I hope I can overcome the fears, trials, and tribulations to have a meteoric rise from this Grand Canyon to the summit of my Mount Everest.