Hello there..

It seems to somewhat defeat logic but this somehow brings some assurance that there exists some sort of end or positive outcome eventually whenever that may be…..

Reality

Pretty sure I’ll at least break my legs if I go back to skydiving… it was a not so subtle nudge for me to stop. But I miss the rush from jumping out of a plane at 13k ft, the free fall, that moment of uncertainty when the chute opens, or not… and not splat when landing. Not sure what I will do.. or not do. Let’s see…

FML