What Goes Up Must Come Down

I took the plunge. And it was amazing.

At the onset of this summer, I was discussing my summer plans with a friend, and I randomly blurted out I’d like to go skydiving – without putting much thought into it. As I started planning it, my friends looked at me with hesitation because they thought it was a bit out of character for me to want to go jump out a plane. Contrarily, this wasn’t at all unlike me… thrill-seeker, risk-taker, and a bit zany.

At the time I made my reservations and gave my deposit, I was signed up to go alone. But that didn’t stop me. As long as I had someone behind me during the jump, it didn’t really matter if there was someone besides me during it.

So the much anticipated day finally came. I signed the waiver forms. Still excited. I saw others before me plummeting down. Still fearless. I got geared up with the harness. Still unwavering. I got on the plane and started to ascent. Holy shit.

Although, it still didn’t quite hit me until I stood on the ledge of the plane waiting to fall off. As I looked down from the 15,000 altitude, all I could think was, “there is no turning back now.” And off we went. I can’t recall exactly all the thoughts running through my mind as I was flying down at 150 mph, but in retrospect, I knew I felt strong. It reminded me that letting go isn’t that scary, after all. In fact, it’s quite exhilarating, because it allows you to see the world from a different perspective (quite literally in this case). Aside from reminding me of the obvious laws of gravity, it also reminded that sometimes things just have a way of falling into place.