A week from today I'm going to be jumping out of an airplane with a bunch of my friends.
The date has been out there in the future for a while but now it's getting closer and the knot in my stomach gets bigger and tighter every time I think about it. I'm terrified. What in the world was I thinking? I'm so afraid of heights that standing on the train platform in Chicago made me nervous so why did I think I could jump out of a plane??
Oh well.... I've always said we shouldn't let fear keep us from experiencing things so, next Saturday I'm going up and I'm jumping out.
There's no way I'm backing out just cause I'm afraid.