Birthday Skydive!

I’m an official adventurer!

I admit, once upon a time I frowned upon ‘adreneline junkies’….those reckless individuals who risked everything for the sheer pleasure of the thrill. But now, I’ve learned a kind of lesson that can only be taught when falling at 120 mph from 13,000 feet…..life is for the living.  I’ve never felt such bliss. It was an opiate experience, emotions pulsing, senses blazing, every breath vital….no comparisons to be made, your brain very essentially naive again.

The push-off from the plane’s ledge was the most terrifying. For a split second I thought ‘I hate this’ and then nano-seconds later I thought, “NO! I LOVE THIS!’ and the rest of the 60 second free fall was roundly exhilierating. I wanted to free fall forever (thankfully, the rip cord was not my responsibility).

When the parachute opened I thought ‘YES!’ I love the air! I love velocity! I love gravity! I love the fact that I live on a planet where this is fucking possible!”

As you can see in at the end of the video after I’ve landed I act like I’m drunk on oxygen. I’m also continuously futzing with my hair because my barrette flew off my head (and probably landed in some farmer’s cornfield).

The rest of the day the five us took every opportunity to tell people that we had fallen from the sky merely hours before. We watched our videos on loop. We philosophized around a bonfire.

It was a great birthday.