Okay, so it's the start of a new year, and I always feel really excited about it. It seems filled with possibility, a time to try new things, go new places. A time to set goals and accomplish something we said we've always wanted to do.
Since I'm horrible at the whole resolution thing, I decided to think of something that was easier to achieve, something I've always wanted to do that wouldn't take much effort, maybe just guts. And I settled on the one thing sure to fit the bill - skydiving.
Now, I've always been afraid of heights. It's not something I can really explain, other than whenever I am high up - at a mall, going up an escalator, where I'm surrounded by open space - I feel very light-headed and dizzy, like I could pass out any moment. It's not a wholly unpleasant sensation, but it does take away some of my control. It's just a very strange feeling that can border on hysteria if I dwell on it too long.
And of course they do say the best way to conquer your fear is to face it head-on. So, as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to try skydiving. Not bungee-jumping, not parasailing (that involves water which is for another time) but jump out of a plane, feel the rush of the wind as you hurdle towards the ground, screaming, exhilirating skydiving. Because the only damn way you are going to get me to jump out of the plane is if someone else is strapped to me who claims to know what they're doing.
Will I do it? I don't know, but I do have a friend at work who plans on doing it over the summer, and I mentioned I would try it with her. So if she remembers, or if I remind her, I may do this crazy stunt. Who knows, I might even want to do it again. Or maybe not.
Since I'm horrible at the whole resolution thing, I decided to think of something that was easier to achieve, something I've always wanted to do that wouldn't take much effort, maybe just guts. And I settled on the one thing sure to fit the bill - skydiving.
Now, I've always been afraid of heights. It's not something I can really explain, other than whenever I am high up - at a mall, going up an escalator, where I'm surrounded by open space - I feel very light-headed and dizzy, like I could pass out any moment. It's not a wholly unpleasant sensation, but it does take away some of my control. It's just a very strange feeling that can border on hysteria if I dwell on it too long.
And of course they do say the best way to conquer your fear is to face it head-on. So, as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to try skydiving. Not bungee-jumping, not parasailing (that involves water which is for another time) but jump out of a plane, feel the rush of the wind as you hurdle towards the ground, screaming, exhilirating skydiving. Because the only damn way you are going to get me to jump out of the plane is if someone else is strapped to me who claims to know what they're doing.
Will I do it? I don't know, but I do have a friend at work who plans on doing it over the summer, and I mentioned I would try it with her. So if she remembers, or if I remind her, I may do this crazy stunt. Who knows, I might even want to do it again. Or maybe not.
posted by Stacy~ at 1/02/2006 09:59:00 PM
