I’m writing this from work, and in approximately 5 hours, my vacation starts! It’s only 10 days long and so far the only thing I have penciled in is skydiving. Yep, you read right—SKYDIVING!
You’re probably wondering why a sickle cell warrior as myself would want to skydive??? As my friend Rhea would say, “Why not?”
I’ve always wanted to skydive, ever since I was a kid. I saw my first skydiver when I was 8 and I’ve been a junkie ever since. Heights don’t scare me, falling doesn’t petrify me and dying doesn’t give me shivers. Come on—after living and dying several times with sickle cell, nothing can be as scary as that. Trust. I think I’m a prime example of the type of person that should skydive. I want to do it because I can. Because out of a life of mediocrity, I crave something exciting. I’m always doing the ‘right’ thing and this experience is going to be Vixen doing bad all by herself.
None of my friends presently are up for it. And Norio—he’s definitely against it, actually using words like ‘forbid’. Ha! As if. I think I will just go by myself this week and be back in a flash with the pix and video to prove it.
So skydiving this week. Who wants to come?