Why I Need To Jump Out Of A Plane

The day before yesterday, I came to a super spontaneous and perfect conclusion.

But first, let's back up a second.

I was writing my book for a couple of hours and was at the point of losing steam. Letters seemed to take longer and longer to compile into words and meaningful paragraphs felt nearly impossible to form. I was at a standstill, so I stopped to motivate myself.

A personal prompt that I'd filled out recently had asked me to write a list of quotes that I found to be super inspiring and uplifting, so I took a quick peek. All of the super famous ones just felt too cheesy and didn't suit my situation. So, I looked at the more personal ones which immediately brought my eyes down to the one that I referenced in my last post- my dad telling me that he "traded in one hundred feet for two wings". In that instant, for some crazy fucking reason, my brain and heart linked up and I had a breakthrough. What did I need to do to really feel like I could fly?: Jump out of a fucking plane.

There are a few reasons that I had this particular connection, but the short version is that heights scare the shit of of me. I am so deathly afraid of the idea of jumping out of a plane that I had always said I never needed it on my bucket list... until I realized that that was the exact reason that I have to do it. If I sky dive, I'll not only be facing my ultimate fear, but I'll be doing something that will enrich my heart and soul so much.

"Of course I can get this book published, I fucking jumped out of a plane and lived."

"One more set of leg lifts won't kill me, I jumped out of a motherfucking plane and lived!"

"Bitch please, I flew."

What absolutely terrifies you? Extreme sports, needles the idea petting a spider or a clown? If you knew that it'd make you unstoppable, would you do it?

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