I am terrified of heights—kind of. Having entered the world one year after a girly-girl sister, I decided at a young age to be the tough one. To play with dinosaurs, fight my tears when I scraped my knee, and climb tall trees with the best of the neighborhood boys. The only problem was I too scared to climb down. Thankfully, those neighborhood boys were accommodating (as they were 10 years later when I decided being girly was more fun—but that’s beside the point). With this in mind, perhaps you can appreciate how difficult it was for me to jump out of a plane from 10,000 feet.
But I did it. I forgot about everything I thought could go wrong, focused on the benefits of going through with it, took it one step at a time, and jumped. In hindsight, I now realize fear is absolutely awesome. Here’s why:
