It’s that burst of adrenaline you get as you crest the top of the first hill. You know what is coming, but the anticipation is overwhelming. And while you are familiar with the ride, each time is a new experience in one way or another.
So, I am flinging myself once again into the abyss. Emotionally speaking. I need answers, and the only way to get them is to ask the questions. Of course, there are no guarantees that answers will be forthcoming, or that they will offer any satisfaction or closure if they do arrive, but there is a sense of having done something just in the asking.
Not sure how or where this will land, but it seems I am addicted to the weightlessness of dropping into this freefall.