Jump.

When life takes you on a journey and you find yourself staring out of an airplane door at 14,000 feet, it's really hard to turn around and say nope, not going to jump. It was one of those "well crap, I've made it this far, might as well take the last plunge." A year ago I made myself a promise that as soon as I reached my first weight loss goal, I would go skydiving. I reached it in March, so I finally got around to making my skydiving reservation. Thankfully, my friend Janie stepped up to go with me. It would have been really hard to do by myself. (I would have done it still...maybe.) I'm so happy my amazing friends Rakeda, Daniel, and Brian took off of work to come watch! It was so nice to have the support (and camera crew to document the event! Check out rakeda's pictures at papillon perspectives!)

I won't say that I wasn't terrified...I really was. This was one of the very few times in my life though that I've just put all my faith in the powers above me that everything would turn out okay. And guess what...this time it did!

So now I can say I've been skydiving. I can check that off my bucket list. Or maybe I should do like Sarah Von from Yes and Yes and create a 30 before I'm 30 list. Something to ponder...

After taking a look at Rakeda's pictures, have a look at these pictures from the sky....


you can see the nervousness as we approach 14,000ft:


and a one, and a two, and a here we goooooo!!


This is when it stopped being scary and started getting cool. That and they said to keep a nice big smile so that I wouldn't get a lot of air in my cheeks. hehe


sooo amazing, it really can't be described. you just have to do it!


The cheeks are awesome hahaha


I pulled at 6,000ft and we floated down. I started screaming how absolutely amazing it was during the freefall. Because during the freefall all I could really muster out was "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" hahaha


aaaannnnd land.


Best weirdest instructor ever, Rory.