I live for the thrill.
I’ve come to the realization that I live for fear. All that’s ever scared me I try and face. It started out with the small things: stirring up conversations with new people, going to places I’ve never been, trying out everything I come across just because I ask myself every time “why not?” Honestly, what is the worse that can happen. These last couple of years I’ve really been utilizing my time to take on all these new adventures. Adventure has always been one of my favorite words since I can remember. My cousin Steph and I would go on one just about everyday after school when our grandma would “watch us” she took great care of us don’t get me wrong, when we did something too extreme or took things too far she sure wasn’t shy to let us know. We didn’t see the limits between the sky and earth, we knew at a young age that we’d always thrive for new findings, understandings, and excitement for life. More recently these adventures been more about conquering than anything. I’ve only dreamed about cliff jumping, not really believing I’d ever bring myself to doing it… but I did, and we couldn’t have picked a more freezing punch bowl to do it in. Taking the hike up it now and it was only my intention to see how this jump would be and if I would even be able to get to it. See, with these hikes I don’t like to know too much about them going in, I like to have my own experience to them first. After about 6 miles we made it to the top of one of the main jumps at hermit falls. Let me just tell you how fearful of heights I am, I didn’t want to even go to the edge to see how far I’d been jumping off from, I had to sit down and peek over. Sure enough I didn’t have that nervous feeling at the pit of my stomach, just going back and forth with myself as to why is this the only thing holding me up right now and my fear telling me I can’t do something. Right there I knew I couldn’t have it that way, like many past adventures I always sit there and ask myself “why not” sure my mums voice in my back of my mind chimes in and has a list of all the reasons as to why I shouldn’t. But that’s just it, that’s someone else’s fear burdening on me, so I say to myself… I’m going for it. My cousin jumped first, I saw the freeness in her of letting go, didn’t give it a second thought and jumped off 50ft looked around and down the entire time, even when I was in the freezing water. Felt like I landed in needles. We got out of the water as fast as we got in it, my body immediately felt the impact but that wasn’t going to take away my hype and smile. I was beyond! And that moment is what I live for, that and the feeling you get when you’re about to fall. The aftermath wasn’t the prettiest but a day in bed was worth every step we walked, every trip we took, every ache we endured that day. I’m bruised, I’m alive, and I’m here to kill my fear again and again.
When he spanks the booty too hard 😂
Mother Nature at its finest.