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.
I saw on an old high-school classmate’s Facebook page recently that he had gone skydiving.
Initially, I was psyched for him, but then I actually watched the video he had posted. I have to admit, it kind of freaked me out. Even virtually, the sight of someone falling through the sky at a speed of nearly 120 miles per hour was scary.
Which makes today all the more special for me.
Five years ago this morning, I went and jumped out of a plane with nothing on my back but a parachute (alright fine, there was a professional on my back and he was wearing the parachute). Continue reading
Some days just mean more to me than others. My birthday, for example, or Thanksgiving.
Another is today, October 3, because it’s the anniversary of the day I went skydiving.
Last year I wrote all about it, so there’s no sense repeating the same words, but suffice it to say, it was truly one of the coolest, most amazing things I’ve ever done, and I still take tremendous pride in the fact that I did it. Continue reading
October 3, 2005 is a pretty important day in my life.
For starters, it’s the beginning of Rosh Hashannah (it starts tonight at sundown).
It’s also the one-year anniversary of the day I threw myself out of a plane from 10,000 feet above the ground. Continue reading