15,000 Feet Free Fall
Yesterday I jumped out of a plane to celebrate New Years Day.
15,000 ft down.
Almost a minute of free fall and a couple of minutes floating in the parachute with the tandem instructor.
It was special because my dad had never done it before and neither had Kiki.
I have sky dived in the south island of New Zealand, the Great Ocean road in Melbourne and now in the Whitsundays.
This was by far the best one. The view was unforgettable.
This is what I call the perfect beginning to 2020 on a physical, mental and spiritual level.
New year, overcoming fear.
New year, trying something new.
New year, having fun.
The only two obstacles that were stopping us from jumping out of the plane were cost and fear.
It costs a lot to sky dive and it can be very, very scary but I believe it costs more to live a life asking "what if?" and be fearful of stepping out of your comfort zone.
Happy New Year.