I arrived at Skydive Orange with a gleam in my eye and an uneducated guess about how it feels to jump out of a plane. I left with a permanent smile, an awesome video, fabulous photos, and a longing to return to Orange.  I felt like a little kid at an amusement park! I wanted to go again. Everything happened so fast! I didn't really have the ability to fully appreciate the experience. If I could just do it one more time...

I wondered how long it would take before I would move past that feeling. I sent a note to my instructor and asked him. How many jumps will it take to satisfy me? When will I stop feeling like I need to do it again? He said he'd been jumping for 13 years - over 3,000 jumps - and he still couldn't get enough. Oh no!!!

And the days go by....I wake up. I watch my video. Write for an hour...drive carpool...come home...watch my video.

I make my immediate and extended family watch my video. When the mailman expressed an interest in seeing my video, I invited him over to watch it. This isn't as strange as it sounds - the mailman is one of our neighbors and I've known him for 12 years.

Write...exercise...clean...watch my video. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?????

I’m now suffering from something that I affectionately call “jump lust.” I can’t think about anything else. When I should be trying to figure out summer travel and vacation plans, I’m trying to figure out how to pay for AFF training. Do my kids really need shoes? 

Who knew that jumping out of airplanes would be so exhilarating? It’s petrifying, invigorating and liberating. I returned from the first trip to Orange with a feeling that I still can’t fully articulate. Imagine me not being able to clearly express my thoughts...you know this must be something incredible. I’ve spent entirely too much time thinking about jumping, watching my tape and researching the sport.