“Opps. I Did It Again.”
I jumped out of a “perfectly good plane” this weekend for the fourth time in my life. Skydiving is an incredibly intense experience that I highly recommend to anyone considering. I give you my word that it’s not even half as scary as one might imagine it to be. There’s just something about falling 13,000 feet out of the sky at 120 miles per hour that gives you renewed perspective on life. I like to skydive at pivotal periods in my life — like now. It’s a kind of symbolic jump of the real plunge I’m taking in my life. It’s also a good opportunity to scream at the *very* top of your lungs. When was the last time you screamed at the *very* top of your lungs? Let me just remind you that it is an extremely satisfying release. I suggest finding a good mountain, cliff or padded room and giving it a shout if jumping out of a plane doesn’t appeal.
“When you come to the edge of all the light you have, and must take a step into the darkness of the unknown, either there will be something solid for you to stand on, or, you will be taught how to fly.” — Patrick Overton