The Ride of Your Life

What’s the Salesgirl consensus on rollercoasters?

Do we dig it? Do we not?

I’m indifferent at this point in my life, really.

It’s just that they’re like bolts and steel and I know that’s a sturdy combo but everything has a weight limit, right? How do they just not mention a weight limit? Why did we even need to chase thrills like this as a society? Was life not enough for everyone? I know too much. I hope everyone has a great time. But my infant in the stroller, who does not care if it’s me or anyone else pushing him, would be disappointed if I went. I’ll be right here.

That was until yesterday.

My 3 year old said, “mommy ride!” And pointed to what appeared to be a death trap? Shoot.

If you think I would let him believe that his mom is anything less than very VERY cool, you are wrong. I only have a few more years before he finds out for sure that I’m not.

I wasn’t missing this chance.

What I expected to happen was that, against all odds, I would survive.

What I didn’t expect to happen was that I would want to go again and again.

The adrenaline high we get from riding the Scream Machine is the same biological response we have the opportunity to experience in business.

Some would say entrepreneurship is a safer alternative high to an out-of-control train car on a rickety old track but I’d ask them how long they’ve been at it. Because I’m not so sure.

Little (albeit possibly terrifying) highs that keep us wanting more: Your first hire. The day you leave corporate to follow the dream. Your first client. The first million. The first time you pay yourself. The day you change the entire business model you built 5 years ago. The 12th person you hire. The 100th million.

It should never stop.

The most dangerous thing that can happen is what happened to my childhood love for rollercoasters. Time passes and you don’t ride. You only remember the risk. You forget the reward.

May we keep riding the highs in 2024. Over and over and often and again.

Hands up. 🤘🏼

Xo, The Salesgirls