Endless Ride

My oldest once said to me that he wished he could ride a roller coaster for the rest of his life. At the time, I thought, “Wow! This kid really loves roller coasters. He must be a thrill seeker.”

What I should have said is this: ” Honey, you are on a roller coaster. It’s called life.”

It’s true, isn’t it? You never know what the next moment will hold. It could be an incredible high.

Or it can be something that will bring you so low that a reminder like this will be necessary.

Even on vacation, there are highs and lows. Yesterday, we had a wonderful time hanging out in Santa Monica, checking out the wonderful farmer’s market and riding rides on the pier. Today, the oldest is laid low in his bed with a resurgence of the cold from you know where.

The trick to riding the ride of life is to live in each moment and not in the one you had planned or hoped for. And to stay on the gondola. And don’t make any sudden moves you might live to regret.