Lost & Found
I hate rollercoasters. Seriously like, all that up and downyness makes me physically nauseous. I don't have a fear of them, I just don't see the advantage of high speed travel sickess as a good 'buzz'....
Emotional buzz tho...that's different. I'm quite apt at these rollercoasters.
If any of you have read my past blogs you'll know I've been fairly down recently though, but as with all downs, there is a soaring high. A blissful, joyous, heartfelt high.
My highs are daily. They're in a though, an idea, a protective watch over me and a powerful, strong, forgiving hug after an earned punishment... The lows may be low but I've never been in danger. I've never feared for safety and I know I never will.
And sure with a rollercoaster this exciting and this knee-trembling how can I deny it?! - it's worth everything to me. Everything.
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