I’ve probably mentioned before that I like to do things that scare me. Nothing illegal or anything like that, I don’t want to be scared of the police or anything like that. But over the summer I went on a jet ski. It terrified me, but I had a 50/50 chance of enjoying it. The half that HATED it won out. But I am still so happy that I tried it. If I never had, I’d have lived my whole life not knowing if it was something I enjoyed or not. Now I know that I will skip the sunburn, scratched Chanel sunglasses, and bruised thighs that resulted from the experience. And while I didn’t like it, it was something that I got to experience with an amazing person in a beautiful place. Despite being slightly terrified of the idea of skydiving, it’s happening this year. I am going to jump my gorgeous self out of a plane and cross my fingers (and toes) that I live to tell the tale. Either I’ll hate it or I’ll love it, but regardless of how I feel afterwards, I will have experienced something amazing. There’s plenty of places that offer skydiving, just Google it.