I have never intended to make this blog a food blog, but since my life revolves around food, be it at work or back in my apartment, you'll see so many food-related entries here. So, no pictures this time since I want to do a reflective entry.
It seemed like a long ago but I just skydived yesterday. How I felt about it? Awesome.
Before I decided to go for a skydive my brother tried to convince me not to jump by showing death and accident stats. It didn't convince me knowing that the death rate is 4 deaths in 4 years, and the most recent death was actually this March, when a Philly mayor got into an accident. And he was not on tandem.
My parents were very reluctant to let me jump but they know I am very stubborn once I have an idea in my head. I felt bad for making them worry, but I decided to do it.
My gut feeling told me that I will be safe. I would jump, and then I would laugh.
And hey, I survived the skydive with no scratch or pain, physically and mentally. And spiritually, if you'd like to add that.
I have been thinking about this but I think I have an overflowing positive attitude to the point that it's scary. I feel that I am very lucky. Well, not lucky enough to win a jackpot in the casino, but whenever I try hard, I always gain something, both in the short term and in the long term.
Somehow, there's a tiny little critter in my head telling me "it's gonna be ok".
Is it God, or is it my inner self? Or maybe a demon? Who knows. I'm alive and kicking, and I'm a lucky girl.
It seemed like a long ago but I just skydived yesterday. How I felt about it? Awesome.
Before I decided to go for a skydive my brother tried to convince me not to jump by showing death and accident stats. It didn't convince me knowing that the death rate is 4 deaths in 4 years, and the most recent death was actually this March, when a Philly mayor got into an accident. And he was not on tandem.
My parents were very reluctant to let me jump but they know I am very stubborn once I have an idea in my head. I felt bad for making them worry, but I decided to do it.
My gut feeling told me that I will be safe. I would jump, and then I would laugh.
And hey, I survived the skydive with no scratch or pain, physically and mentally. And spiritually, if you'd like to add that.
I have been thinking about this but I think I have an overflowing positive attitude to the point that it's scary. I feel that I am very lucky. Well, not lucky enough to win a jackpot in the casino, but whenever I try hard, I always gain something, both in the short term and in the long term.
Somehow, there's a tiny little critter in my head telling me "it's gonna be ok".
Is it God, or is it my inner self? Or maybe a demon? Who knows. I'm alive and kicking, and I'm a lucky girl.
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