Tomorrow, I’m going to jump out of an airplane. On purpose. Of my own free will. What the hell is wrong with me?
I blame breast cancer.
Somewhere along that shitty journey I had a realization. That “bucket list” I’ve been carefully curating all these years? It turns out I actually have to do something about it. I can’t just go around saying “someday” anymore. Because no one knows how many “somedays” we have left. All the experiences I want to have won’t just fall in my lap. I have to get off my ass and work to make them happen. And with COVID still being very much a factor, who knows what regulations might come into play down the road.
And #1 on my list, ladies and gentlemen, is skydiving. Has been for years. So I booked myself a tandem jump with a local skydiving company back in early July, when the date of August 27 seemed a comfortingly long way away. Now, suddenly, it’s freaking tomorrow. TOMORROW, people.
I’ve paid my fees. I’ve read all the FAQs on their website. I’ve been stalking the weather daily. At this point I don’t know if I’d be relieved or disappointed by a weather delay. I’ve signed a waiver that’s so complete that I wouldn’t be surprised if it bequeathed the company my first born and my second born. I’ve made sure my will is up-to-date. I’ve alerted my ICE (in case of emergency) contacts that they may be called into duty. And I’ve made Daniel promise to take care of the cats...just in case. He said I was being overly dramatic. I said I was being brutally practical. And...maybe a little bit dramatic. Just a bit.
And I’m going to experience this by myself. Gonna hop in my car and drive about an hour away. Park in the lot, present myself to the jump-out-of-an-airplane-on-purpose instructors and hope for the best. Because you know what else? If I’m going to start knocking things off my bucket list, I don’t see the need to wait until someone can go with me. I have funds. I have vacation time, and I have a list. Let’s go.
(All the same, if anyone hears a long shriek followed by a splat at about 3:00 tomorrow...you’ll know it’s me)
I'm sure you'll do just fine. I'm a bit relieved I had my whole spine fused in a Scoliosis surgery to correct a double major curve because in my post care instructions it says I'm never allowed to sky dive. Do I want to, yes. Would I be terrified, yes. The latter is why I'm relieved I'm not allowed to ever do this activity. Enjoy your swan dive tomorrow bestie.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'll do just fine. I'm a bit relieved I had my whole spine fused in a Scoliosis surgery to correct a double major curve because in my post care instructions it says I'm never allowed to sky dive. Do I want to, yes. Would I be terrified, yes. The latter is why I'm relieved I'm not allowed to ever do this activity. Enjoy your swan dive tomorrow bestie.
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