For the last year I’ve been on a roller-coaster, one I don’t remember buying a ticket or even waiting in line for. While happily on the Merry-Go-Round, I was suddenly ripped from my beautiful horse and dropped right on top of the longest, steepest and scariest roller-coaster far beyond anything I could have imagined. Recently I was discussing this exact thing with a dear friend, who as a side note I never would have met had it not been for this particular roller-coaster.

She said “I’m sure it is a roller-coaster. But like a roller-coaster it’s probably not safe to get off until it comes to a complete stop. Keep riding that roller coaster and know you are in others thoughts and prayers”.

Tonight as I sit on my couch contemplating the looming hill ahead of me, I am terrified. I wish more than anything to get off. At the same time there is a sense of excitement as to what is coming.