Well, a real cowboy was the operator, and I strolled in with my cargo shorts, flip flops, Hawaiian shirt, Pepperdine baseball cap…looking every bit the part of bad tourist…and I think he relished the opportunity to throw me all the way back to whatever resort I stumbled out of.
For a while, I dominated. I went with it…and was doing great, going with the rhythms of the bucking bull. And, I thought to myself…"they’re going to retire my Hawaiian shirt in the rafters here!" The bull changed directions…and, well…my cowboy friend got his wish.
If that isn’t how life is…I don’t know what is. Just when you feel like you’re dominating a fast, bucking life, it changes directions…and off you go.
All you can do is get back on it, and ride again…and look for new developments along the way. Maybe that will be my Pulitzer Winner — "Life is a Mechanical Bull"…
or maybe not.