As the countdown to my new adventure began the road map seemed to draw itself effortlessly. Despite the technical details falling into place, two months seemed like an awful long time to wait for new beginnings. It was important to me that I create the opportunity for this experience to become what I had intended it to be: liberating, meditative, meaningful. The more that this thought consumed me, the more apparent it became that the preparation for my trip would need to extend beyond the pit stops. Around the time that I entered that Menifee nail salon, I had shared with a friend that my goal for the new year would be to allow life to flow by no longer clenching the wheel and letting it spin in the direction that is intended to go in. This seemed like proper mental and spiritual preparation. It was set. What I would do is follow the gravitational pull. I sat on this for a few days and waited for gravity to pull me in. It came a few short days later.
Working in hospice and home health has blessed me with perspective & friendships that I otherwise might not have gained so early on in life. Something I had learned to truly appreciate is holistic health care. Two years ago, I began to adapt the benefits of aromatherapy into my life which also opened the door to exploring homeopathic health solutions. Yet there was another source of healing that over the years had turned my head, yet I never explored. When the invitation to partake was extended I had to oblige. Within a weeks’ time I found myself being a participant in a reiki share night at a coworker’s house. This experience could be its own post, so I will leave you just with the thought that it was an impressionable experience which led me to seek out a Reiki Master.
I couldn’t tell you how I found Julia, but somehow, we became connected. It was a Saturday and I was running late – as usual – when we met at her downtown studio. The effect of the events of that day would ripple through the days between now and then. For purposes of this post, I will share two lessons I walked away with that day:
- I will be an active participant in the creation of my life
- The fear we anticipate of an experience is often worse than the experience itself
The first served as an affirmation to the actions that I recently taken. I would not allow myself to fall victim to circumstance just because I was dealt a bad hand (I will expand more on this on my post about the “why” of my journey).
The second led me to action. Being who I am I knew I had to test this hypothesis. What was something that I feared that I said I would never do? That day I found a Groupon for Skydive Coastal California. Even though I had been shooting for spontaneity by booking the jump for the subsequent day, due to weather conditions it would be postponed three times and be nearly a month later when it would actually have occurred.
The jump was glorious. The height of fear sat on the side of the plane as my feet dangled 10,000 feet above ground. The entirety of the experience is inexplicable. No, it does not feel like you are falling – it feels like you are flying. The only way to fully understand this is to experience it. I encourage you all to pick up your phones now and discover the feeling for yourselves. I, for one, plan on jumping out of many planes.
My piece of infinity 