Too much to be able to say one single word.

What a week. Too much has happened. Trollet is uncapable to utter one single reasonable word. The mind is rowing again. This time the mind is rowing at the blue windy sea. It's not rowing hysterically to get away, no, it is simply rowing in order to put all thought in the right place. The lump is exhausted while Trollet is content. She is happy with the way things have turned out, very happy. It wasn't something she could have guessed nor planned, but she is very content.

Sometimes life decides to take a fast unexpected turn. One can choose to jump out in the turn or hold on tight and see what comes next. Trollet is defenitely one of those that holds on tight and eagerly waits to see what is behind next hill. Life is for some trolls a slow moving river while others constantly live in the waterfall. Somewhere in between is ideal, for Trollet. She couldn't handle the slow motion while a constant waterfall is just too wild and restless. She needs a stable river to paddle on with a few waterfalls of different sizes here and there. She needs the excitement in both expected and unexpected doses. This time it was a large waterfall to handle, with a few smaller ones to spice things up, followed by an enormous waterfall at the end. These waterfalls that occured were both expected and unexpected. One could have hoped but never known for sure. Hopefully she will now have some time to paddle on a very slow moving river, just to rest. She is content on her river. Some small happy waterfall are welcome but not a very steep one where she falls down helplessly. No, that she doesn't want. Trollet wants to paddle, but not alone. She is lucky she has someone to paddle with. Someone that enjoys paddling as much as exciting waterfalls. Maybe they can paddle, get wet, brused and survive the waterfalls together. One can always wish.