Drive

I began to feel the ride start again this morning. Standing in line, waiting to board the train. But I didn't want to ride this time. Or I didn't want to just be a passenger on someone else's ride. These lyrics were not going to define me:

Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer 

So I got out of line. I walked away from the ride. I chose the higher road instead of the old emotional chaos. It felt good to be in charge, to not repeat old patterns that lead to the same place over and over again.

The higher road brought some peace. Which led to conversation that made the roller coaster disappear completely. And when the embers of emotions began to smolder without anything to fuel them, I stomped on them and scattered them until there were no hot spots left to burn.

I celebrated the fact I didn't go in circles this time. That I took the wheel:

It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel

And I am enjoying the ride...