More than one of you mentioned Jumping Out Of An Airplane as a bucket list item.

I just can’t figure out why.

Ok. Maybe it’s My Current Fragility–the same Fragility that keeps me from signing up on Failin.gs right now–or it may be the fact that I already experience the “thrill” of slight hints of worry and anxiety on a weekly basis (mostly unfounded) so I’m not looking for actual legit reasons to panic. Either way, I can’t for-the-life-of-me figure out why someone would eagerly raise their hand if asked “ok, so, who in the room would like to go jump out of a plane?”

Not.

Me.

It’s the whole “you could really die” thing that’s getting in the way. My mom is probably thinking that this is in direct contradiction to my desire to turn a corner at 50-miles-an-hour. And, yes, I know rolling a car is a potential life-threatening activity. But, still, it’s not the same as free-falling. In the air. For an extended period of time. Especially when there’s that looming question of whether or not the parachute will open.

I don’t need that kind of excitement in my life.

Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna watch the video of your jowls flapping as you scream your lungs out at 90-bazillion-gravitational-miles-per-hour. Oh yes I want to see it.

And I will applaud!

So, for all you thrill-seeking Bucket-Listers (ok. Maybe the Bourne in me fits that description) we need documentation of the event! I’m talking pictures, videos (including screaming-your-head-off audio) and the like!

Oh. And guess what? I got a call this week. I might be able to fulfill this bucket-list dream sooner rather than later! Stay tuned!