Imagine with me: You’re on a blue roller coaster, with your feet dangling. The machine trembles with a gravitative pulse of energy from the crowd about, and the people within. Most people would feel the thrill of excitement, but dread ran undiluted throughout my veins as my hands shook from pure fear. As it shot forward and into a quick loop, I hear laughter coming from my mouth—I realized I was in a state of ecstasy. I’ve held the fear I have of roller coasters close to my heart since I was a child, and most people didn’t understand why I was afraid of them, especially someone with my personality—not to mention my intoxication with heights. I was just afraid of the unknown.
I want to try something new at least once a month, if I can. I think it’d be good for me. Today woke me up in ways I’m in love with. I can do anything, all the time.