The Ferris Wheel

So I changed my Facebook photo the other day to be a Ferris wheel. A few of my friends, as well as my husband asked me why. The simple answer is, it's how I feel lately. That's been met with pauses.

How do I feel like a Ferris wheel? Not really me, per se, but my life. You look at it from afar and it's big and twinkling and turning, a graceful machine moving along, giving the greatest vantage point to those who ride along. But when you're actually on it, it can be a different story. It can be exhilerating, and relaxing, and exciting, and daunting. It can make you feel as free as a bird, and sick to your stomach. You can see far, and you can see below. You can see where you're going, and you can see where you've been.

But in the end, you keep moving in the same path, over and over. And someone else is ultimately in control. Someone else stops speeds the wheel up or slows the wheel down. Someone else stops it when someone wants off. Once you're on, you've got to at least make it around once, and even then there's no guarantee you're getting off after that turn.

That's just kinda how things are feelin' right now. Round and round we go...