Hey, guys. Guess what I did yesterday? I’ll give you some hints. It involved crossing a New Year’s resolution off my list, an in-state road-trip with a best friend of mine, an extreme amount of nervousness paired with excitement and exhilaration, and diving. Into the air. From a height equal to that of a seven-story building.
Yesterday, I bungee jumped. It was terrifying and absolutely amazing. While climbing the stairs, which seemed to never ever ever end, I thought I might pass out. I was light-headed from being both giddy and petrified. Once Katie and I were to the top, the instructor informed us that we’d have to jump headfirst into the air or we’d get whiplash. GULP. As if jumping wasn’t scary enough. I went first, and once I pushed through the gate and was standing on the edge, I could not believe I was about to DIVE into what seemed like, from where I was standing, a never-ending amount of space. My heart felt like it was beating outside of my chest and everything instinctual inside of me was telling me I was absolutely insane for even standing there. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I remember saying that. I mentally did not feel like I was capable of making myself jump headfirst from seven stories up in the air. It’s all a little bit blurry, but our instructor then said something like, “It’s not about if you can or you can’t. It’s about if you will.” And that’s all I needed. To remember these are words I try to live by every single day. To know that I would, of course I would. To turn off my brain for the second it took to let my body take over. To just jump.
I can only put into small fragments of what that was like. A small scream. My heart beat. Ecstatic laughter. The awareness of nothing and everything at the same time. Approximately twenty-five thousand butterflies in my stomach. The feeling of momentary weightlessness. Of pure elation. Of being on top of the world whilst simultaneously soaring through it. Of falling. Of flying. Of being caught only to be thrown up into the air, breathlessly, once again.
Katie went after me and I cheered her on from the ground, smiling and cheering and screaming, “Just jump!” Because sometimes this jumping, this throwing caution to the wind, this letting go and telling your mind to just hush for a bit, is the best, most rewarding, freest feeling in the whole entire world.
(Special thanks to Miss Katie for sharing such a magically adventurous day with me ((and conquering her fear of heights!)), and the dudes at Zero Gravity who were fun, sweet and helped in making such a memorable, magnificent experience.)