I've been on roller coasters, and they actually scare the hell out of me. It might have something to do with watching the news and hearing about a breakdown. High up and usually hanging on for dear life upside down.
My fear is it's going to come off the rails, or that I'll lose my grip!
A bit like my life really.
I'm in an abyss and free falling. The first thousand yards is exhilarating. I'm not sure if everyone has done skydiving, but it's like that time before you pull the ripcord.
Absolute adrenaline rush.
Followed by a single thought. Will the parachute open? I've seen too many TV shows where ripcords don't work, and strangely I have actually seen a skydiver whose parachute didn't open, and it's one of those moments when your heart is literally in your mouth.
Ok, I get it, if you don't like the heat in the kitchen ...
But, it's hard to get that thought, that the metaphorical parachute won't open, and I'm at a point where I'm starting to think about the landing.
You dash headlong into a job, thinking yep, you've got it covered, but, what if you haven't. What if there are variables you never thought of, what if the people around you, so happy to cheer you on at the start, are now starting to change their tune.
It's like jumping into an abyss; starting a new job, or the first day after a promotion, your choice of vocation, the sort of lifestyle you want to have, whether you are following a dream that could quite easily become a nightmare, it seems there's very little difference conceptually.
I think about writing, and it's an individual thing.
Are we writing for ourselves first, or are we writing simply to make money? If it's the latter, it ain't going to work, at least not until you're established. If ever.
But, here's the thing. It's where I feel the most comfortable.
Now, I'd better get back to work.
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