Rollercoaster 🎢

Hey baby,

Right now, in so many aspects of my life, I feel like I'm in the last car of a rollercoaster train, the front of which is just cresting the first hill. And any second now, gravity is going to assert itself, whipping me up and over that peak, starting a ride I can't get off of until it ends.

Of course, I'm an enthusiast now. Can't remember if I told you, but I was officially christened so by the kid who centers on multiple of those aspects. It seems I let out an “Aw!” when the coaster we were on trimmed us hard on what had, to that point, been a particularly fast run…

And the cool thing about being an enthusiast is when you're there at the park at the end of the day and you've just been on one of the best rides of your life and you come back into the station and the ride operator says “Wanna go again?” and you don't even have to think about it before joining the chorus of “Yes, please! Merci beaucoup!” And then away you go…

There is one problem with the analogy, though. When you get on a rollercoaster, you're putting your trust in the engineering, and the maintenance staff, and the restraint system, and not a few teens in their first jobs, ever, but then you… let go. Once that train leaves the station, everything is out of your hands.

And I've been realizing more and more that, as much as I might enjoy that feeling at an amusement park, that is not where I want to be with other aspects of my life.

So, it may take a while to figure it out babe, and a lot of it's gonna be behind the scenes, but don't get too surprised if you see me start to take a little bit more control. I think it'll be good. For me. For certain people in my life. And, heck… maybe you might even like it a bit. Guess I'll have to try and find out, won't I?

See you real soon, babe. Love you.

Yours.