In late 2000, I stood on the edge of an airplane door, heart racing like a cheetah on Red Bull. I was a few days away from leaving for 2 years to Holland and Belgium, and I needed a last hoorah.
Despite loving fast and wild adventures, skydiving was new. The ground looked like a distant quilt, and my stomach was auditioning for Cirque du Soleil.
Terrified, but that fear was the thrill.
When the instructor said jump, I hesitated. But being strapped to someone taller than me, he stood up and jumped and I had no choice :)
It was relaxing, falling to the earth. Feels no different than floating on water just a lot of wind.
Scariest part? LANDING.
Yup. Because you lay your legs straight forward like youre sitting on a raft in the pool, and skid on the grass on your ass until you stop. All I could think of was "wtf? What if there's a metal stake in the ground?!"
Go do something you're avoiding because of fear.
❤️
Jake