Right now I'm feeling like one lucky bitch.
That's an interesting way to feel, considering a friend of mine just died, and by his own hand. This guy is one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet, and always had a welcoming, true smile for everyone. He wasn't too good for anyone or anything, and made everyone he was around feel comfortable. He was a very skilled skydiver, and yet would jump with an unskilled newbie any day, and be happy doing it (how I got to know him). There was no one who did not like this guy. And I'm not just saying that in an honor to him because he's dead. It's true. So, this event really sucks. It's very tough for me, and earlier this week I had an angry conversation with him and a good long cry in the privacy of the basement of the house. I was planning on going to CA next month, but I moved up my trip last minute, so that I could be at a memorial gathering for my friend at the dropzone.
The skydiving community is full of a lot of different people, from all walks of life. Some are very crazy and weird, and on the other end of the spectrum, some very boring, even nerdy. But there is a common bond to live and experience life in a very full and unafraid way. And that bond carries through quite a bit (not through everything, but quite a bit). The community is a community that is in many cases, a "family". So, I wanted to be at the memorial for my own closure, but even more, to be there for my family. I would have felt like an ass if there was any way I could reasonably be there, but did not go because the last minute planning was inconvenient for me. So, as I live on the edge with my hobby and my recent educational endevours, I (again), extend the excitement to my travels.
I ended up having a wonderful weekend. My feeling that I was very needed there was quite validated. That was a reinforcer for me as to why I am changing my career, and helped make this feel more "right". And it was good for me personally to honor my friend by showing my last respects. And, in true skydiving fashion, we ended up celebrating and having a good time, despite the overwhelming sadness, as we KNEW our friend would want. Maybe it was the sadness that just got to heavy and made us crack. Maybe it was our friend's influence in spirit. But after the memorial, in the bar, one person thew a cardboard coaster at someone, it got thrown back.. and there it went from there.. a full on coaster battle throughout the whole bar.. trench warfare and all.. for probably 20-30 minutes. All the frustration and sadness that was pent up by everyone was being let out, and we were doing just what the man of the night would want us to do- have fun. It was a silly, crazy, and damn beautiful thing. This is why I like the sport, and that is why I came.
In my friend's spirit, the next day I did 6 jumps, health insurance be damned. (Yes, I'm working on that, but decided I wasn't going to wait for it to jump). And one of them was a very good friend's 1000th jump. How lucky I was to be there for that. I hadn't jumped in almost two months.. which for me is long, and man was I itching to jump. I've felt that skydiving will always be a part of my life, but it really clicked this weekend. I don't think there's any getting away. I told a few people this weekend that they need to be strong for our friend.. that we need to pick up where he left off, do what he couldn't, and that he'd be pissed to see us not make the best of our lives while we're here. And I need to live up to my own advice, which I do anyway (hence the career change), but it is hard at times. But, I got quite the reminder.
In my friend's spirit, the next day I did 6 jumps, health insurance be damned. (Yes, I'm working on that, but decided I wasn't going to wait for it to jump). And one of them was a very good friend's 1000th jump. How lucky I was to be there for that. I hadn't jumped in almost two months.. which for me is long, and man was I itching to jump. I've felt that skydiving will always be a part of my life, but it really clicked this weekend. I don't think there's any getting away. I told a few people this weekend that they need to be strong for our friend.. that we need to pick up where he left off, do what he couldn't, and that he'd be pissed to see us not make the best of our lives while we're here. And I need to live up to my own advice, which I do anyway (hence the career change), but it is hard at times. But, I got quite the reminder.
Sunday:
Continuing with the positivity, I attended the stupid and useless orientation today at the community college I'm at, and was able to register for all the rest of the classes I need after the winter Statistics class. A department chair had held a seat for me in a full class after I told her my situation (and she realized that she scheduled a few less seats than she was supposed to for the class). So, I am now officially all set for the remainder of my needed pre-reqs, and at the colleges I want. So now I will NOT have to drive an extra four hours a week to that other school for O Chem. This is a HUGE relief for me. My life will definitely be much easier, which is especially great, considering it will be a busy semester. I am grateful to the department chair.. she just did her job, but she did not have to hold the seat for me for a few days. I thanked her numerous times. So, lots of progress was made today and now I can stop planning plans and back up plans. Now I can just focus on my classes, and also an [easy] standardized test I need to take in February.
I also submitted my application for the nursing program I want to get into. That was some work, so I'm also glad that is done. Now.. well, it's about that relax and have faith thing. Although.. I don't have a back up plan, should I not get into this very selective program.





