I jumped out a plane this week.
It's not the first time I've done so, and I certainly doubt it will be my last.
For anyone that hasn't tried it, skydiving is one of the best feelings in the world - in my opinion anyway. It's nerve-wracking, exciting, stressful, exhilarating, anxiety-inducing, breathtaking, calming, empowering, and everything in-between.
I'm not sure I've experienced anything that comes close to having such a spectrum of emotions crammed into such a brief window of time. You walk away feeling like you can conquer anything you want to, like all those little daily stressors mean nothing. It opens your mind to the bigger picture.
After tumbling out of the plane's open roller door, and free-falling down until we're just above the clouds, the parachute is pulled, and there is a brief moment where I feel absolutely nothing. It feels like I'm literally just floating, alone, right atop the clouds (I was however strapped to a guy named Mike!), then I'm jerked upwards as the chute opens, fills with air, and snaps my mind back to what is actually going on.
After waiting 6 hours to jump (yay for English weather!!), it was about 6.30pm, the sun was slowly getting lower in sky and there were still plenty of clouds mingling around after the earlier rain. Its amazing to see the sun skipping across the tops of the clouds, creating shadows and textures, this side of the clouds is completely different to what we see normally. They're light and fluffy, and bursting with life.
Floating down, Mike steers us through a crevasse in the clouds, and I look up in absolute awe of these giant walls of cloud towering around us. It's such a different perspective. I take a deep breath in and feel the crisp, cool air fill my lungs.
"I could spend hours up here"
Unfortunately, it only takes 5-10 minutes to glide back down to reality... But I'm left with lasting a feeling of complete calm, excitement, and accomplishment.
Yes, I really just did that.