I realized something as I was sitting on my bed scrolling yet again through Instagram. I’ve always seen the same pictures and I realized how much of a routine we make for ourselves. So while I sat in bed I thought about going skydiving, not for the first time but for the second. I find myself getting into ruts and having stress get the better of me. It’s important to figure out how to get out of them. So I decided to go skydiving again. And this time was different. I did this for me.
While I knew what to expect and I knew how to handle my anxiety as I go up in the plane, they didn’t make it easy. The first time I had a comfy seat on a big plane. The second time the skydiving place was on a bit of a budget so they pilled people into a tiny plane with only one seat for the pilot. I was seat belted in between the pilot and the door sitting on the floor, my back was up against the controlling station, and I had two people sitting on top of me. When I was going up everything that could go wrong was going through my head. And to make it worse they opened the door before I was ready. I grabbed the first steady thing I could find and held on for dear life. As the guy kept trying to push me out the door I held on even tighter. There is even a video of me screaming “No, not yet.” But why was I so scared?
The moment I fell from that plane my stomach dropped and I screamed. Wind was pushing back on me hard as I fell 120 mph. I was on top of the world. I held my arms out like wings and yelled. And all my stress that I had built up was gone. I didn't worry about whether the parachute would work. The only thing I wondered was what crazy soul invented this thing. And why does it only feel like you fall for two seconds?
I think we really have to learn how to live life to the fullest. We need to stop over thinking and just go for it. Our first initial thought is usually the right answer. I am someone who loves adrenaline junkie stuff. Though I may not seem like it. I didn't do it for the profile and I didn't do it to prove to anyone I can have fun. I did it because after days of being depressed, screaming helps. And I hope to be certified some day.
