I’m on the edge. When I look down, miniature versions of real life objects lay below me. It has taken a lot for me to reach this point. I’m scared. I’m not going to lie. I’ve never jumped out of a plane and here I am facing my possible demise or creating a story that will resonate with me for the rest of my life.

Life is what you make it. You won’t know if you can fly if you don’t jump. I’m jumping today. Today I’m moving to NYC. No set career. No family. No friends. All I have with me is a bag of faith and pocketful of luck, determination and drive. Some would say what I’m about to do is stupid and I’d agree with them, but if I don’t do it now I will regret not taking the jump later in life.

Wish me luck.