I got back in the air today.

It was scary. Really scary. Like fear-to-the-bones kind of scary.

But I needed to do it in memory of my friend. I needed to do it for my boyfriend in the hospital. And most of all, I needed to do it for myself.

And then it was good. Really good. Like champagne-bubbles-in-my-soul kind of good.

Afterward, it was like I could finally breathe again. I was happy. I was fixed. I think I smiled for the first time all week.

My jumps also reinforced what I've been trying articulate all week. What good is living unless you feel alive?

Today I felt alive.

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