I jumped from an airplane, and I survived. It was the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. Ever. After a few seconds, it became one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced. Terrifying and beautiful and something I’d do a hundred more times given the chance.


Yeah, yeah, another blog. But this one’s a little different. I’ve been needing to let go of a lot of angst and anger and frustration. So I’m setting out on a few adventures. Putting my life on the line, that sort of thing. Partly for the joy of the thrill, because who wouldn’t want that, and partly because I need the adrenaline to annihilate all the bad stuff. Today was a good start.

I hope to keep this blog up. We know how fickle I am, but I’ve also been dealing with a lot of crap. My goal with this space is to accentuate the positive—to find good things in life and show that all that negativity doesn’t have to consume me. I’ve been an exceptional example of how destructive wallowing in sorrows can be.

Blowing off steam in a journal can be helpful, but I’ve discovered that when I do that too often the bad stuff settles in all nice and cozy and perpetuates my misery.


So, I jumped from an airplane today and for 60 seconds I was as free as a person could physically be. Out with the bad, clean slate for the new…for the good. If you’re up for an adventure, stop by now and then and see what I’ve found. I’m on the lookout for more to share.

Life is good.