In January, one of my best friends -Adam- wanted to bungee jump to celebrate his birthday. I thought this would help me overcome my intense phobia of heights. I was shackled down with harnesses and with heavily weighted ankles, climbed some 100 feet of scaffolding. At the top, I was seized with panic...losing all control over my body, I could not make the jump.
I have returned the keys to my apartment, signed over the title of my car, given away my furniture and packed away what is left. My entire life is held in a few file boxes in a closet at my parent's house...the rest is in my suitcase. Owning so little is a feeling of great freedom...it's liberating. Because the day I spend $1400 on a coffee table, will be the day when possessions start ruling my life and anchoring me down.
So here we go...
Climb up...don't look down.
Let go of the safety bars...arms over chest. Close your eyes.
A deep breath...in...out. Now...
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3....
JUMP.
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You took the jump...
So why does it feel like I'm the one falling?
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