A year ago, i would have sworn that I would never, in a million years, jump out of a plane. But there I was, knees quivering, heart bounding, staring down at death and ready to fly. This is Over a year later And Let's agree, I don't feel the same.
I spent most of the ride up trying to find one good reason why I was doing this. I found plenty, mind you, but they all paled in comparison to the heart wrenching anxiety eating at my skin. Sky dive, they said, bloody idiots, now there was no turning back.
Then the door opens and you're thinking waw this is not right. You've never been on a plane with the door open. Life flashing before your eyes, with a great deal of hesitation, you're pushed into thin air.
Then, in that very fraction of a second, your body tells you that this is the worst decision you've ever made. Your doubts as to whether ur a complete psycho are instantly confirmed. Worse, that, yes you fool, there's nothing you can do about it.
One backflip later, you free fall. There can be no other name for it. Free falling is exactly what it is, and man it's freedom like nothing you've ever tasted before. The fear suddenly transforms into sheer bliss. Even Bliss is an understatement. There can be no better feeling. You're flying, floating, and air is no longer that mediocre substance you take for granted.
For the very first time in my life every cell in my body was aware of only one single moment. My fear, as grand as it seemed, was reduced to pure myth. I could only be and feel there, alive, utterly present.
They say All the best things in life are on the other side of fear. 2017, and all it's beautiful misfortunes, have taught me this valuable lesson. Did I mention LA is one of the most extraordinary places on earth? No? well it is.
Sky dive ladies and gentlemen, you won't be sorry.