Dare to Page Jump!

I’ve never been an adrenaline junky.  I like the ground under my feet and the sky above me.

Years ago, when I had the opportunity to do a bungee jump I considered it for about three seconds, then decided it wasn’t for me. The thought of two weeks of anxiety in the run up to doing the jump followed by sixty seconds of euphoric relief didn’t seem to add up. Why? Because I could imagine how what it might be like, hear the rush of wind through my ears, feel the uncomfortable build up of pressure behind my eyes.

Yes, the actual event wouldn’t be quite the same as I imagined it, but anyone who writes, or draws, or does something creative will have one thing in common – a fertile imagination. So I could also imagine my feet ripping from my ankle sockets, the rope snapping and my skull compressing into the soft matter that was once my brain as I hit the ground below me.

Too many variables, too much imagination. Or maybe you’d call it cowardice. Either way it means I’m not the sort who seeks out thrills, puts my body in harms way to get the blood pumping through it.