I've always aimed to be the type of girl who liked doing crazy things, who pushed herself to be daring and wild, but sometimes that hope for myself just turns into a whole lot of bark and not much bite.

This past Saturday, I was blessed to embark on one of the greatest adventures of my life. I've talked a big talk about wanting to go skydiving for years upon years, but I never really thought it would be a reality. Until I opened my 19th birthday present only for it to be a card explaining that I was going to jump out of a perfectly good airplane in a couple of days. I think I lost all air in my lungs and started to panic when this far off dream became legit real life.

My sister and her boyfriend were coming along for the ride with me, and they acted like they weren't the least bit afraid of all the possibilities and what if's, but I saw past the façade and called them on their bluster.

Not going to lie, I was hecka scared when we arrived at Skydive Alabama. Just being real for two seconds, I thought I was going to poop my pants when we got in the air. I told myself that I had to put on a brave face because this was my idea and I didn't want to look like a pansy now. My poker face sucks so the whole acting brave thing didn't even make it past the front desk. Everyone and their mother in that place knew who the chicken in the group was, and I wasn't even ashamed-- you're supposed to be scared when you're about to jump out of a plane.

The staff at Skydive Alabama is wonderful, I can't sing their praises enough. They made me feel so at ease by joking with me and making me laugh. One woman who works there was talking to me while the training dude got me harnessed up. She told me to act like I wasn't scared for the camera when I got up there because I wanted to look like a bad-a in my video and not a scared little girl (which I was). I remembered those words and tried my best to do exactly that.

Fox, my sister's boyfriend and one of my favorite humans, went first. He's the guinea pig and not really part of the family yet so we figured we would miss him the least if anything happened (just kidding I love you more than Jordan). The first words he said to me once he landed were, "That was the greatest thing I've ever done in my life." At this point my fear was vanishing and excitement had set in.

Jordan and I were up next. We met our video guys and the amazing dudes who would be jumping with us. Once my interview was done and it was time to get on the plane, my heart was just about to explode with a mix of nerves and excitement. The anticipation was killing me. Thankfully, the plane ride was so much fun. Kevin, the guy flying tandem with me, was hysterical and eased every little fear away through laughter. He's about as weird as I am, and weirdness bodes well with me. The staff joked with each other and with us the whole way up and made us feel so welcomed and safe. Since Jordan was born first it was only fair that she jumped first. A few seconds after she jumped, Kevin and I waddled over to the side of the plane. I dangled my legs over the side and looked out 14,000 feet above the ground that I call home. I took a deep breath and felt peace, courage, and sooooo much excitement. I gave a funny look to the camera and then we were out.

So many people have asked me if my stomach dropped or leaped through my mouth, the answer is no. I got some baby butterflies right when we flipped out of the plane, but for the rest of the free fall I felt nothing in my stomach. I was literally flying through the sky with 2 seriously awesome dudes that I had met about 15 minutes before but that I trusted with my life. Fox wasn't lying when he said it was the greatest thing he has ever done... I have just about never had so much fun. Every day since we jumped I have looked up at the sky and been so sad that I wasn't up there, flying through clouds with windblown hair and cheeks.

While we were sitting on the couches watching our videos after we had landed, a man who worked at Skydive Alabama told us to get certified so we can jump by ourselves. I immediately said that I would be too scared to do that. He responded so quickly with words that were raw and funny, but that I have thought about everyday since, "You have to make fear your slave (except for he didn't say slave if ya know what I mean)."

Fear only hinders us from being wild and living life on the edge. Fear drives a wedge between us and the adventures that we wish we could pursue. Fear is silly and is most definitely one of Satan's best friends. So how about we all think of the things that scare us, the adventurously fun things that we won't do because we are too worried about all of the what-if's. Then lets do them. Let's chase crazy dreams and jump out of planes just for fun. We are not a people bound by fear, fear is bound to us. We tell it what to do, we are in charge of telling it to flee. It's our slave.