Skydiving was the scariest yet the most rewarding experience. I never thought in a million years I would be willing to jump out of a plane 10,000ft up in the air, let alone handing over my life to my diving instructor, Angus. Saturday was a complete emotional roller coaster for me, I went from crippling fear to excitement. Honestly, I'm so glad I did it when I did.
When I was up in the air, all the doubts, all the questions and all the confusion I had about my life just completely cleared up. I know I've changed a lot in the past couple of months. I've learn to swallow my pride, I've learn to listen and be patient but most importantly I've learn to live life day by day. I look back to my posts I wrote a year ago, 3 years ago and honestly, I don't think I've been this happy, this content. I guess it's because I've loosen my grip a bit and learn to not be so controlling of my fate. While in the sky, the whole world seems to small. It made me wonder, what is my purpose? Why am I rushing my graduation so fast when I don't feel ready? Why am I not travelling enough? Why do I worry so much about my weight? Why do I question people's intentions? Why am I censoring myself?
All those tiny worries, all those pointless imperfections I've been so fixated on just went out the window. I realized something while I was falling, I'm so lucky. As I was gliding down, T was beside me and for once I truly believe that, it doesn't matter what he says or doesn't say. I know that for once, I've (more like we) built a solid, stable foundation. I'm so happy I was able to experience this with someone that knows the real me, imperfections and all.
I've really slowed down and took a good look around.
I'm ready to make things happen now and I'm ready to do it my way.
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So, summer session starts at work tomorrow and I don't feel ready.
It's going to be a VERY VERY busy 2 months.
Let's hope I survive.
Let's hope I survive.