Life is a roller coaster. Ride without fear the first time, if you dare.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Night and Day.”
I was so scared to ride roller coasters as a kid, I felt like I would pee my pants waiting in line. Once, I even got off at what was called the “Chicken Exit” at Magic Mountain. A few years into adolescence I realized they were super fun and went on the scariest ones I could find.
I remember being too tense as a preteen. If only I could go back in time and calm myself down. That’s the thing about life though: until we get a time machine, you only get one time around. I try to identify the roller coasters of sorts in my adult lke that scare me and remind myself I will one day get over the fear. It doesn’t happen automatically but anxiety can bbe defated sometimes just by letting go of ear and riding the roller coasters. Our furture selves will thank us!