oh! and to feel alive.

about 3 weeks ago,

and old & dear friend called me up out of the blue.

we probably haven't really spoken in 4 years.

ta, she said, i want to go skydiving for my birthday

& was trying to think of a brave soul who might come with me,

and you came to mind...

will you go?

of course! i said.

i've always wanted to go.

for my 18th birthday,

with friends in college,

over the ocean...

but just never have.

(maybe because it's crazy)

well, there were 5 other girls who had signed up to go with us.

as of tonight, i'm the last one standing.

just us.

2 gals, nervous as a knife fight.

it's gonna be great.

i've always wanted to fly,

and although this will be more like falling,

(very.very.fast)

it's the closest i'm gonna get.

i really hope i get to touch some clouds.

i also hope that i don't look like a total doofus.

(not holding my breath on that last one).

here's some visual inspiration:



fact: i will free fall at 120mph, 200ft per second, for 60 seconds. whoa.





you get to pick if you want to be in control of the parachute- um, no.





you jump from a moving plane at 13,000 ft.





{i wanna dance on the clouds}



our appointment's at 10:00am,

so i'll be falling from the sky around 11...

look up & you just might see me.

{fly little blue}