You're going up the first hill of a roller coaster. The sun is shining brightly and every lurch and squeak is tightening the hard ball in your stomach. That ball flys to your chest and you're suspended in that half a second right before your descent.
You're on an air plane. Your seat belt is low across your hips and you're hurtling full speed down the runway and you're wondering if this big hunking piece of metal will ever actually get into the air or if you'll just continue full speed until you crash back into something.
I am at a crossroads. I have to decide where I'm going or let someone else do it for me. It's not really in my nature to let other people tell me what to do. I like to be in control and in charge. But this time, it's hard. Hard for me to decide what I want and to go after it. Hard for me to face it. Face my fear. Face the future. But face it I must because where I go from here matters. And who I am and who I become will always be the same person, if I'm lucky an improved, more enriched, more aware person, but still the same person. And so I must remind myself and tell myself: "No temo la aventura de la próxima montaña". Because eventually I will have to take a deep breath as jump into the water. And eventually the first drop will be over and the plane will take off. If I'm ready for it or not.
