sky diving!

On the way up! I didn't feel nervous at all, but my body language shows I must have been a bit tense...

The view from the plane... 9000 feet up.

This is the moment when I opened up my arms and just let go. Total freefall at 125mph. 

Catharsis! Or, just unadulterated awesomeness.

Is it weird that my break-up with Dave in May, after 4 years together, is what inspired me to jump out of plane? I swear I'm not suicidal. I just realized that I'd gotten too comfortable, and I need to embrace what scares me: namely, the unknown.  I haven't felt this alive since I was in Moscow!