Birthday Jump
Birthdays are the worst.
You always tell yourself that it's just a day, it's not a big deal, you don't want any special attention or treatment, and definitely no presents. The crazy thing is, you've actually convince yourself and believe these outlandish claims. At least, until you wake up on that chilly January morning and you realize your day will be no different than any other day and you suddenly die inside. Of course you want to feel special! We get one day, one day out of the whole traumatic, crazy and mostly selfless year to celebrate being the bad asses we are- I say take full advantage of it! Take the day off, sleep in, go to a yoga class, eat cake for breakfast, and tell your server at the fancy restaurant that you'd like your free dessert with only one spoon.
I had an epic 30th birthday. I danced all night with my favorite people, to my favorite music with VIP treatment in an LA club. After recovering from that hangover, my friend Trevor finally convinced me to go skydiving. Yes. I freaking jumped out of a freaking plane into my 30th freaking year.
Trevor picked me and my two girlfriends up at 9am sharp and by 11, we were trying on blue jump suits in Perris! The girls and I were newbies, where Trevor was a profesh. So, we split off to a separate areas to get ready for our flight. I still remember Trevor peaking his head around the corner to check in on us girls who were barely keeping our shit together. Trevor had an amazing quality to assess everyone in the room and know exactly how to make them happy. I always admired that skill. I know I never would've made it to Perris or on that plane if it weren't for him and my supportive girlfriends!
It was terrifying, nauseating, and amazing all at the same time. I'll never forget the rollercoaster of emotions I felt from the moment the rickety skeleton of an airplane left the ground to the moment my feet hit the grass. The plane ride up was intense. The buzz of nerves and adrenaline from everyone on board was palpable. As I sat in the lap of my 20-something blonde hair, blue eyed, sky diving instructor, I wiggled around to get a look at my friends before we started to line up to jump. Shelley has a way of making me laugh with one look. Lindsey is a straight up baller and nothing scares her. Then, Trevor can flash his movie star pearly whites and all is good in the world again. Damn, am I lucky to know such amazing people!
Once we got to the appropriate elevation, we all lined up and started dropping like flies into the abyss of clouds and freezing wind. It was so strange to see people start to disappear as the line got shorter and shorter. As me and Blue Eyes waddled our way to the door, I started to experience so much anxiety that I thought my body would just shutdown and I'd wake up with a cup of cocoa in my hand and not remember how I got there. No, I wanted it! I wanted to experience every moment! I took a deep breath and leaned out of the door and fell into the sky. The icy wind hit me like a wall! The air hitting my face was so cold and SO LOUD. It was as if it were yelling at me, " YOU ARE FUCKING CRAAAZZAAAY!" For 50 seconds, I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was a rag doll, frozen in air with no control of my limbs. Thank God, I had Blue Eyes in charge of pulling the chute because I was worthless! The parachute opened and jolted me back to life. The sudden silence was almost just as deafening as the screaming free fall wind. I did it. I jumped...More like a fall, but still landed on my feet! How beautiful is that?
You always tell yourself that it's just a day, it's not a big deal, you don't want any special attention or treatment, and definitely no presents. The crazy thing is, you've actually convince yourself and believe these outlandish claims. At least, until you wake up on that chilly January morning and you realize your day will be no different than any other day and you suddenly die inside. Of course you want to feel special! We get one day, one day out of the whole traumatic, crazy and mostly selfless year to celebrate being the bad asses we are- I say take full advantage of it! Take the day off, sleep in, go to a yoga class, eat cake for breakfast, and tell your server at the fancy restaurant that you'd like your free dessert with only one spoon.
I had an epic 30th birthday. I danced all night with my favorite people, to my favorite music with VIP treatment in an LA club. After recovering from that hangover, my friend Trevor finally convinced me to go skydiving. Yes. I freaking jumped out of a freaking plane into my 30th freaking year.
Trevor picked me and my two girlfriends up at 9am sharp and by 11, we were trying on blue jump suits in Perris! The girls and I were newbies, where Trevor was a profesh. So, we split off to a separate areas to get ready for our flight. I still remember Trevor peaking his head around the corner to check in on us girls who were barely keeping our shit together. Trevor had an amazing quality to assess everyone in the room and know exactly how to make them happy. I always admired that skill. I know I never would've made it to Perris or on that plane if it weren't for him and my supportive girlfriends!
It was terrifying, nauseating, and amazing all at the same time. I'll never forget the rollercoaster of emotions I felt from the moment the rickety skeleton of an airplane left the ground to the moment my feet hit the grass. The plane ride up was intense. The buzz of nerves and adrenaline from everyone on board was palpable. As I sat in the lap of my 20-something blonde hair, blue eyed, sky diving instructor, I wiggled around to get a look at my friends before we started to line up to jump. Shelley has a way of making me laugh with one look. Lindsey is a straight up baller and nothing scares her. Then, Trevor can flash his movie star pearly whites and all is good in the world again. Damn, am I lucky to know such amazing people!
Once we got to the appropriate elevation, we all lined up and started dropping like flies into the abyss of clouds and freezing wind. It was so strange to see people start to disappear as the line got shorter and shorter. As me and Blue Eyes waddled our way to the door, I started to experience so much anxiety that I thought my body would just shutdown and I'd wake up with a cup of cocoa in my hand and not remember how I got there. No, I wanted it! I wanted to experience every moment! I took a deep breath and leaned out of the door and fell into the sky. The icy wind hit me like a wall! The air hitting my face was so cold and SO LOUD. It was as if it were yelling at me, " YOU ARE FUCKING CRAAAZZAAAY!" For 50 seconds, I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was a rag doll, frozen in air with no control of my limbs. Thank God, I had Blue Eyes in charge of pulling the chute because I was worthless! The parachute opened and jolted me back to life. The sudden silence was almost just as deafening as the screaming free fall wind. I did it. I jumped...More like a fall, but still landed on my feet! How beautiful is that?
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