Have you ridden a roller coaster lately?
No? Me neither, but I’ve been acting as if I have.
You know how the string of cars climbs up, up, up the track until it kind of stalls then peeks over the top and starts to swoop down? The momentum builds and we’re almost to that point where our stomach jumps up? Then what do we do?
Come on, what do we do?
Yes! We throw our hands up! We throw our arms up! We scream loud, loud, loud. We can’t help it!
Maybe we’re scared. Maybe we’re happy. Maybe someone is robbing us at gunpoint (although that seems highly unlikely). Whatever the reason, we just can’t stop ourselves.
Fortunately for me, I have recently discovered that throwing my hands up in the air is super fun even without the roller coaster. No, really, try it.
Come on, right now. Here we go.
On the count of three… One…
I don’t know what it is about that action, but I just have to smile. Every time. Inside, my heart smiles every time. I am loving it.
I’ve started recruiting people at work to join me. Whenever we pass each other we throw our arms straight up, which leads to a smile, which leads to a giggle. It is awesome.
Occasionally “outsiders” will catch us mid-reach. They quickly realize they have one of two choices: 1. Pretend they didn’t see a thing and just keep walking, or 2. Throw caution to the wind and join in. Both responses are equally valid; I don’t judge. I will say, though, that it is a sweet surprise when someone decides to jump in the pool with us.
Simple pleasures. Don’t over think them, just enjoy and be grateful. WHEEEEEEEE!!!