Surfing the clouds

Sunday.

Sunday is the day that I will swallow all my fears. Fears of planes. Fears of flying. Fears of falling. Fears of falling from high places. Fears of plane crashed. Fears of things unknown to me.

Sunday I am going skydiving.

It hasnt really hit me yet. The realization of what I am about to do jump out of a plane. I am worried about the feeling in my stomach. How will it really be? Will I be able to breathe? How fast will I be falling? Will I cry from the fear? Will it be okay? Will I live to see Monday?

Sunday.

Sunday I am going skydiving.


<3 Brandie