I survived skydiving! Woo! I can absolutely say that was the best experience in my life so far. Life changing, in fact. Hurling yourself out of a plane at 120mph definitely adds some perspective.

I was incredibly nervous leading up to the jump, but once we got around 16,000 feet, and everyone started getting ready, my nerves disappeared. Suddenly, at 18,000 feet, my instructor was saying go go go, get your feet out the door, as we scooted across the airplane floor. It was incredibly cold windy as I hung out my feet outside the plane and thought, this is it. Seconds later I was falling through the air, feeling the intensity of the wind against every inch of my body. Never once did I feel scared nor in danger, or maybe I was just so content with everything, I didn't care. I do wish I was a little less tensed, because it was really hard to move my arms around to good pictures, heh.

Then he pulled the parachute cord and back up we went, hurling around while the parachute opened and settled in the wind. My face hurt from smiling so much as we soared around. The ocean, the mountains, from so high up, so fucking beautiful. I've never felt so alive.

I've tried to put together words to accurately describe the intensity and life-affirming moment, and it's impossible. I just keep thinking, omg, I fell out of an airplane. On purpose!That's crazy talk!

Here's the video of my jump! (the audio is off, sorry!)




And here are some photos from the day!















More photos over on my Flickr!

I can't wait to go again!