Last weekend my friend Anne invited me to a single’s barn dance she heard ab0ut. Having no big plans other than trying out a new nail polish shade, I agreed to go.
Though the idea of going to a singles event didn’t thrill me, I thought why not – what’s the worst that could happen (and to be honest I think I was still feeling quite empowered after the sky diving experience).
I donned a cute plaid shirt tucked into my jeans with a western-style belt. On theme but not over the top. (some days I really wish I had some cowgirl boots – but that is neither here nor there).
When I arrived I was surprised to see quite a few cars, maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.
Anne arrived and we began walking toward the entrance. As we got closer we gauged the other attendees dancing in a circle which Anne (the dance aficionado) deemed as wholly inappropriate when the invitation strictly said square dancing . Everyone dancing appeared to be in the 50+ age range with many more people falling into the grandparent age range.
Me: Umm Anne, I don’t think this is our demographic.
Anne: No it does not appear to be, have you eaten dinner?
Maybe next time I hear singles event I’ll be a little more cautious. But hey nothing ventured nothing gained right?
I’m not and adventure girl.
I over think things on a daily basis. DAILY.
So when my friend Tom asked if I wanted to go sky-diving, on a whim I said yes. Having been on the boat trip with me and seeing that I’m not too daring, I think Tom was surprised that I said yes – heck I was surprised I said yes given my complete fear of heights and hatred of roller coasters – how on earth could sky-diving appeal to me.
I’m not a girl defined by adventure, but that does not mean that I can’t do something wild and crazy and completely unexpected. Lots of times people put you in a box of who they think you are, and we put ourselves in those boxes too – and every once and awhile it’s refreshing to take a step outside yourself.
What can I say sometimes you have to take a leap of faith – through the door of a plane or perhaps something a little less literal – yes it may be terrifying but there is also excitement on the other side.
It’s taken me a couple days to write this post because I still could not really believe I did this – let alone so calmly. I was completely collected throughout this process (also very unlike me). I had a slight panic moment when they opened the door for all of us to jump out, but at that point I couldn’t really change my mind and we were out the door before I could even verbalize my fear.
The first three to five seconds were terrifying as I realized… HOLY SHEET I’m falling through the air toward the ground. After the initial shock I was able to turn the fear and the over-thinking off – stretch out my arms and surrender to the quick fast breeze of cool air and the experience that in all reality I would probably only have once.
The free fall went quickly and after my tandem pulled the chute we made out way gracefully to the ground overseeing all the amazing fall colors. It really was the perfect day to go sky-diving.
Am I glad I did it? Absolutely. Would I recommend you do it? If you have ever had a desire to – go for it – it’s not nearly as scary as you think.
Last night I decided on a whim to go sky-diving today with some friends.
I’m terrified of heights, but for some reason I proudly declared that I wanted to go last night.
So here it is a random Thursday and I’m cutting out of work early to go sky-dive.
If I die, know that I loved you all.
If I survive be ready for an awesome story of my newly found ballsy behavior.