Day 23: Edge

I never understood the meaning of living on the edge. My fear of heights never let me appreciate the view. Ever. I have steered clear of any edges for as long as I can remember.

Then one day, I decided to jump out of a plane.
It was random.
It was sudden.
It took less than five minutes for me to decide to take the plunge.

I marked off the one thing on my bucket list which I never imagined I would.
I went skydiving.

The jump from the plane was the scariest thing I have ever done in my entire life.

I knew I was doing a tandem jump.
I knew that somebody experienced was in control.
I knew that it was completely safe.
I knew that I was shit scared.

So scared.

But jump I did, and am I glad about it!
The view from the edge is beautiful.
And, my fear is gone.