Okay, I am the first to admit that I hate asking for help. I would rather walk down the Las Vegas Strip barefoot in the deadly summer heat than ask my friends or family to spot me a twenty. But unfortunately for my pride, this time around I need you to help me achieve one of my long fantasized and romanticized adventures: skydiving somewhere beautiful.
When I was seventeen I wrote out my first bucket list (naturally, in sparkly pink gel pen). Skydiving was one of the first things I scribbled down in my cramped unabomber handwriting. I remember confidently deciding this was the perfect experience for me because it combined by biggest fear (falling to my death) with my most coveted super-hero power (flying).
Over the years this skydiving dream has been one of those experiences I’ve had to asterisk with a “will get to when I’m older” clause for a couple of reasons…
1. When I originally wrote out my bucket list, I specified I had to skydive somewhere scenic and breathtaking. And (sorry Vegas), if I was going to risk leaving a plane for a parachute, it was going to be somewhere green and pretty. Totally subjective and ridiculous, I know, but I can’t go back on my bucket list now. It’s in pen. Pink pen, for that matter.
2. I wrote this list as a broke teenager when I imagined I would one day have a high-profile job with a fat salary (oh, ignorance). Then I became a broke college student and now I am a broke post-grad, living on lattes and cereal. The dream of skydiving just started seeming more and more like a long-term goal. It started imagining I would jump out of a plane years from now (like on my 60th birthday, holding a birthday candle or something).
But then something happened. I crossed paths with quintessential badass, Lesley Carter.
Fellow adventure seeker and traveler, Lesley Carter, has this pretty bang-up company called Bucket List Publications. She and her husband work tirelessly to help others reach their goals by getting companies to sponsor once-in-a-lifetime adventures. This time around she partnered with SkyDive San Diego to give away a tandem skydiving experience. On a what-the-hell whim, I entered her contest. And as whimsy would have it, I am now a finalist.
Pretty cool, weird, and ironic, huh? So here’s where you come in.
Readers will have from February 27th to March 12th to visit the finalists’ profiles and vote for a winner. The finalist with the most “likes”, “tweets” or other “mentions” under their profile on Bucket List Publications will be awarded the Skydiving Package.
So as much as I hate to ask you to take time out of your day to help me, I cannot make this dream happen on my own. And I promise if I win the follow-up posts will contain lots of hilarious video of me screaming my lungs out, jokes about jumping out of a perfectly good plane, and the reality versus the seventeen-year-old dream. Because really, what would the experience be if I couldn’t share my hyperventilating footage with you?
To vote for me click here.
Thank you so so much for your support on this venture! I will be sure to inform you of the results on March 12th. And even if I don’t win, I feel so grateful to have your encouragement on this unpredictable journey.
Let me know if I can ever repay the favor. You know, when you become crazy enough to want to willingly jump out of a plane. =)