Skydiving — 2008 — I randomly decided to go skydiving one day when I lived in Augusta. It was a weekend day, and I was feeling restless and like I needed a little bit of a change from the normal pace of working and momming. I did a quick internet search and found a place in Chester, SC that was within a few hours, booked my tandem jump, and made the drive.
Part of me had always wanted to go skydiving — but a much larger part of me has always been scared of flying and heights in general. I convinced myself that I was doing this as a means of showing myself that I had nothing to be afraid of — I mean, if I could jump out of a plane and live to tell about it, I should be good to go with flying from that point forward, right? Right.
Yeah, or not.
I still don’t like heights, and flying usually induces an anxiety attack. (It’s gotten worse, not better, but not a direct result of skydiving…so I suppose that’s a plus.)
Anyway, I met the dude who was basically my lifeline, and up we went. I was nervous — an excited nervous — and I didn’t flip shit, so that’s good. Skydiving was freaking terrifying, but it was also one of the calmest feelings of my life. It probably sounds a bit morbid (I wonder if that’s the best word?) but I realized once I was on my way out of the plane and freefalling that if I was going to die, I was going to die. Nothing I could do about it, and no sense in panicking. Let’s be real, the chances of surviving a skydiving accident is slim to none, so I might as well enjoy the view.
And I did. I really, really did. It was exhilarating and I felt really alive in that moment. It was such an odd experience to realize your life is legitimately in someone else’s hands, and their equipment, and their experience in packing that equipment.
Needless to say, I lived, and I experienced a brief moment of insanity in the weeks to follow in which I contemplated additional jumps and even perhaps becoming certified to jump solo.
Despite my panic attack-inducing discomfort with flying — a necessary evil that I’ve been working to make peace with since I want to see the world and ships aren’t always feasible — I would probably jump again. It really was that badass.