It’s good exercise, challenging yourself both the mental and physical.
Putting yourself out there, knowing there might be consequences.
I think back to a scary moment when, being freelance, I talked my
magazine editor into me writing about a first parachute jump.
Mind, I wouldn’t get paid, he said, if killed myself.
There I was 3.000 feet up in a small plane with my buddy yelling at me
when I hesitated, “Jump, God damn it! Jump!”
A static line opened the chute split seconds or so ,after I left the small
the airplane. I was tumbling in space yet with no sense of motion.
Then bang. I looked up to see the chute billowing above me.
The same friend talked me into two more jumps the following weekend.
Author’s comment: I‘ve done nothing like that ever since. That was some time ago. Other
challenges have come along. None quite so dramatic. Yet, I get my heart pumping one
way or another. It’s good for me. And you.