The recent months of my life have been akin to getting on a roller coaster that you just can’t get off. There is the beginning that is exciting. You board the train in anticipation but by the time you are climbing the vertical you are thinking, why on earth did I get on here?

Then of course it is too late.

You are already on the ride to the end.

There are times in between the beginning and the end that make the ride worthwhile, of course. The parts of the ride when you feel the adrenaline rush that is so powerful that you hope that the ride never ends.

Then, of course like all rides, it does come to an end. You collect your picture from the booth; it serves as memory of how it felt to experience the ride.

But knowing how you felt on the first vertical, would you do it again?