The ride starts out with loud noises and your car jerking. Then you shift up… and go higher, and higher and higher. Your breathing gets shallower and you’re anticipating what is over the crest ahead.
All the sudden, you are at the top, and time stands still. You’re about ready to fall, and you know it, but there isn’t a thing you can do about it. Then the bottom drops out and you’re descending at a maddening pace, your hair is flailing behind you and your heart feels as if it’s clinging to the sole of your shoe for dear life.
Then you shift upwards again, and the sun blinds you. You twist, turn, and spin. You want to scream from the thrill then moments later throw up from the death-defying danger. Up, and down, sideways, then you slow down… and you breathe again. Your heart is still racing, but it begins to normalize. You pull into the station, but just as the ride begins to stop, it starts again… and you get ready to do the ride all over again.
Life is a lot of things. Lately, I feel this roller coaster is in fast successions of down, up, down, up, down, up, down.
Some of them are little things… then others are big. Some affect me directly, others affect those that I love dearly.
Little things are like not finaling in a contest. It stunk, but I’m a firm believer that everything happens for the reason. So that was a little downer, but then I got my scores and with a little input from blogger/writer/friend Keli Gwyn, found out that they weren’t that bad, in fact one was a perfect score and another was pretty darn close to one. It was my first (and probably only, HA!) perfect score in a contest, so that made me feel MUCH better.
I had an ultrasound done a month ago, and baby did NOT cooperate so we could ensure little love is a girl. They also couldn’t see a good view of her heart, so we scheduled another one for last week. Positive: We were able to tell that sweetie is definitely a girl… Negative: They still have concerns over her little baby girl heart so I go see a specialist today to make sure everything is okay.
It’s funny how some things put everything else into perspective. Rejections, gender of baby, writer’s contests, swollen feet… none of it matters in light of the health of my wee little one.
The ups and downs may seem huge… until you crest the next one that is even higher or dips down even lower. It’s like a camera that zooms in to make something look huge, but then you zoom out and realize you were really looking at a miniature version.
Discussion: What ups and downs have you faced lately? How do you keep everything in its proper perspective?
Also, if you think of it, say a little prayer for Baby Phillips today, that her little baby girl heart turns out to be a-okay!