Okay, full disclosure, I skydived (skydove?) attached to a much more experienced person than me. Still, I learned a lot being willed out of a rickety airplane to plummet to the ground from hundreds of feet in the sky.
Two years ago my older brother called me out of the blue. “Em let’s go skydiving. We have to do it eventually!”
He was right. He was also driving:)
We pulled into the address Siri directed us towards and immediately my stomach sunk. Have you ever heard of a mom and pop skydiving business?
When I got onto the plane it was clear to me jumping out would be a more pleasant landing. The plane could really only fit six people sitting tightly together. My whole body shook as it launched into the sky and the ride never did smooth itself out.
They made sure I was strapped up and opened the door. I moved with little confidence towards the opening and did exactly as they warned me not to. I looked down. Reality looked me dead in the eye and my heart stopped as I calculated all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Then, a smile found its way on my face as I focused on the ways the fall could go joyfully right. I was going to do this. It was important I faced the truth even though it made me more afraid. Looking at the fullness of what I was about to experience made my courage more valuable.
However, the most practical and probably obvious tip I have for you is to not wear your hair down. I hardly saw the first few seconds of my fall.
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