There's always the dreaded "Moment of Truth" whenever you decide to chase a dream or face your fears. Sky diving was both a dream and a fear. It's not that I'm afraid of heights but its one of those things you say you'll do when you have time but never really ends up happening. I've got so many "I want to do when I have time," bucket list type of things. But reaching altitudes where oxygen masks are almost necessary and when you spread your arms, the air rushing against your body, that feeling of flying makes you realize chasing your dreams shouldn't wait for tomorrow. And facing your fears... it's really just courage waiting to be opened.
Time for me to "Man Up!"
Or maybe I've ate so much air I've gone mo-cheese-mo. Either way, it's dam good to feel alive.
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