I was in the middle of a ride. Nothing unusual happened. It was just a normal roller coaster ride. But something in me suddenly decided that I was through with roller coasters.
I was done. Finished. I felt oddly relieved.
It was 14 years ago. I had taken an ex-girlfriend to Orlando to visit Disney World and Universal Studios. We were on a roller coaster at Universal. I can put myself back into that moment with absolute clarity. Time suddenly slowed for me. It was as though I withdrew into myself for a moment.
I wasn’t scared or alarmed by anything. There was absolutely nothing that triggered it. I just knew that I didn’t want to ride that sort of ride anymore. I had always loved roller coasters, but I suddenly knew — in a flash — that I was done.
I had another moment like that today. I don’t know what triggered it. I have no idea why something inside me changed. But as I thought about something which I’ve passionately wanted for years, I suddenly knew that I didn’t want it anymore.
For years, I had been on a roller coaster that someone else controlled. And I suddenly didn’t want to ride that roller coaster anymore. I was finished. And I felt relieved.