Hold on one second.....
Just one minute....
I'll be ready in a second....
I've just got to put on my dacin' shoes to do my happy dance because.....
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!
Yes, let the celebration begin. I'm thirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty. (Sorry, I'm still having a little trouble saying it.)
Every year on my birthday we have a birthday adventure. In the past we have explored Baltimore, Washington DC, the beach, and amish country. However this year I needed something bigger. I am 30 after all. It's a multiple of 10. It deserves to be celebrated.
I started thinking of the best way to celebrate this birthday over 6 months ago (Yes, I plan that far ahead). Every single time I thought of celebrating my 30th only one activity popped in my head. Only one adventure would do for this year....skydiving.
Yes, jumping out of a plane is just the cure for my third life crisis.
When I turned 20, my dad arranged for me to fly in a go cart with a fan and parachute on the back. I know there is a more technical term, but I can't think of it right now. Here's a picture of one.
It was absolutely amazing to be that high in the air with hardly any barriers or restraints.
That was the first birthday I did a "birthday adventure." I guess for my 30th, I wanted to follow the same theme, and skydiving seemed to fit.
Am I scared? Yes! Terrified! I really don't like to fly and I have ended up in tears every time I have flown. Shad flew with me once, and immediately vowed never to fly with me again because I was such a wreck. So yes, I'm scared. In fact, right before I opened up blogger to write this post, one of the headlines on yahoo said, "Grandma's Terrifying Skydive." Great! That's just what I want to see before I jump.
As scared as I am, I know if I don't do this, I will always regret it.
So around 11:00 AM today, my plan is to welcome this new decade of life much like I began my first decade, with arms wide open, screaming to the top of my lungs, and living life to it's absolute fullest.