Want me to jump out of a plane and blog about it? Read on…

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.

Photo courtesy of Bucket List Publications

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.

Photo Courtesy of Bucket List Publications

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.

Photo courtesy of Bucket List Publications

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. =)