The roller coaster always ends

I’ve ridden exactly one roller coaster in my life. I was 24, dating a young woman who loved them. She took me to King’s Island, where I made the rookie mistake of choosing a wooden coaster. The thing rattled and shook and threw me around in ways steel coasters apparently don’t. It beat me up — left me actually bruised. The whole ride I had no sense of how long it would last or what was coming next. There was no moment to catch my breath, no plateau where I could look around and get my bearings. Just the slow climb, the too-fast drop, and then more of the same until it was suddenly, mercifully over. I never rode one again. Nikon N90s, 28-105 f/3.5-4.5 AF-D Nikkor, Kodak Portra 160, 2024 Looking for work feels exactly like that ride. You have no control. You go slowly up — a promising lead, an interview or coffee with great energy, a role that seems like it was made for you — and then too fast down when it doesn’t come together. You don’t know how long it’s going to last. All you can do…