When I go to the amusement park I avoid the spinny rides. I get dizzy and sick to my stomach. It goes from there and steals hours of fun as my body tries to undo the damage of the circles. I have noticed that there are certain circles and cycles to my life. I am breaking my own as much as I can as quickly as I can and I think I am doing ok. In fact, I've been surprising even myself and I can be my own worst enemy. As I change and adapt yet again to the things around me I am getting frustrated. At what point will these constant adaptations start to benefit me? If I grow in ways I thought unimaginable and continue to push myself in places I was well aware were in need of repair...is there not some reward?
As a grown up I have learned that no matter how much I want to ride those colorful, loud and fun rides that twist and turn I really can't handle them. I love the ups and downs of a good roller coaster. Moments of excitement tucked strategically in pockets of calm. I like scenic train rides. There is a track and path to follow and I can enjoy the view. I like lots of different rides for many different reasons. But to go in circles...just not my thing. I have already passed by something once maybe twice...why do it over and over and over? I will stand in line for the rumbling wild of a wooden coaster. I will get soaked on the log flume. I will chase you with wild abandon on the bumper cars. But please don't ask me to spin in circles because I will have to walk away. I will find a nice park bench to sit on with my kettle corn as you spin in the circles you can't seem to escape. I will watch from a distance but I will not get on the ride.
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