The 40 by 40 Project is written by Angie Teater, a New York-based interior designer & travel writer. The Project begins on Angie's 39th birthday (March 11, 2017) with only 365 days to accomplish everything on the list before turning big Four-Oh! 

Forty goals. One year. Endless possibilities.

#29: Go Skydiving

#29: Go Skydiving

Well, first of all, I'm still alive! I'm quite sure my mom will be pleased to know - despite flinging myself out of a perfectly operational airplane and plummeting to earth with a hot guy named Fabrizio on my back - I am still intact. 

I wasn't always sure that would be the case.

Last night, I cleaned my apartment. I figured if I smashed to earth I wouldn't want anyone to see my dusty bookshelves, right? God forbid. I also texted Sadie's "dog-mother" to say, hey, if I smash to earth could you pick her up by 7pm? She'll be hungry. 

Yes, yes, I know skydiving is safe. In fact, according to the United States Parachuting Association, the likelihood of death-by-skydive is a measly 0.0007% but I have to say, the mental image of falling out of the sky makes that statistic feel a bit higher. So, for breakfast this morning, I allowed myself a donut. Because, with a 0.0007% chance that it could be my last meal, I felt fully justified to indulge in the sinful goodness of fried dough. With icing. And sprinkles. Because... #yolo

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When I added "skydive" to the Birthday Bucket List, I decided to jump with Skydive South Shore. Located about 2 hours from Manhattan by LIRR train, they seemed to be the perfect choice for my big adrenaline rush: convenient, safe, and an unbeatable arial view of the Hamptons. Once I arrived at the jump site, I knew I'd made the right choice. In addition to their stellar reputation, I was introduced to an absurdly cool team who seemed (thank god!) fully competent at holding my life in their hands. That was a relief. So after my donut-fueled two-hour train ride, quick cab to the jump site, forms, questions, buckles, and deep breaths...we boarded (more like "folded ourselves into") the little plane. 

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To say my knees were shaking would be an understatement. Pretty much every bone in my body vibrated with nerves. My eye was twitching. I sorta regretted the donuts. The plane buzzed upward. The stunning views of crystal blue Long Island waters made me forget, for an instant, what I was about to do. Then suddenly...it was time. And, just like that, ignoring all primal instincts to avoid falling from a death defying height, we inched toward the open door of the plane....

...and tumbled out.

See that? Pure terror! Apparently, when faced with death, the first thing I do is drop an F-bomb. Good to know.

But then I quickly realized the sensation of falling was nothing like I'd expected. For the first second or two, I thought I couldn't breathe. Then I realized I could. Important! Then I realized this actually did feel like flying, in a way, and those few seconds of free fall felt more exhilarating than anything I've ever done. I felt spiritual. I felt alive. I felt so much joy that my bones vibrated with a whole new set of emotions. Fear was gone, replaced by wonder.

Wonder and awe during freefall are great, yes, but I felt a great sense of relief when the chute was pulled. Can't lie. That was the moment I knew I would probably be ok and I felt free to fully surrender to the sensation of floating above Earth. I felt the wind in my face and watched the ground reach up to welcome me. He even let me drive the chute! It was pure magic.

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We landed with a little thud and slide. It was all over so fast! But the flood of elation I felt was unreal. Dancing and jumping ensued. As did much texting and selfie-ing and reassuring of the incoming jumpers. 

My cheeks still hurt from laughing.

I did it!! 

Skydiving: DONE!! 

Official photos courtesy of Skydive South Shore

Official photos courtesy of Skydive South Shore

 

 

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