Almost six years ago, in celebration of my 30th birthday, I went skydiving.
It was both a gift and a challenge: I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it, and if I could, then my thinking was I could never use the excuse that I was too scared to do something ever again.
To this day, it remains in my list of the top 3 things I’ve ever done.
Though I said almost instantly that I wanted to get right back into the plane and do it again, time has tempered that excitement (my experience taking trapeze lessons did too).
On the fifth anniversary this past October, I actually said I was happy with both feet on the ground.
But now I’ve sorta got that itch again.
For one thing, a coworker of mine has been talking about wanting to do it.
And now Chris Brogan — yes, the Chris Brogan — has gone and written about going skydiving for similar reasons (plus a charitable donation) and, well, if Chris Brogan is going to do it, then I want to too.
It doesn’t hurt that I could probably use another kick in the arse right now as well.
What do you think? Should I throw myself out of a (not so) perfectly good airplane again?