Reaping the harvest

Me, just a girl living in a big city and trying to experience the heights and depths of life. Why?

A few years ago, my world changed overnight. Change is good..don’t get me wrong…but I was not prepared for the magnitude of it. A source of comfort and a big part of my heart was snatched away. I decided then that I don’t want to live a life of regret. I never want to find myself on my deathbed thinking: Why didn’t I do that? I never want to say I should have, could have blah blah.

So while I am able-bodied and breathing, I am striving to do everything and anything that gives me heart-shuddering moments. That journey started in 2016 and each year I set new targets.

This year I chose to be airborne. Today, I experienced my first tandem skydive in Deneysville on the Vaal. The 75-minute drive was tedious but it didn’t compare to the excitement of getting suited up and strapped down. Two young ladies and six men were with me in the small plane. I felt cramped but knew that I had to do the jump..I waited so long.

Call me crazy, but I smiled and laughed through it all. Maybe that concealed my fears..I dunno. I jumped first and apart from the icy, cold air I felt like a million bucks 11 000 feet above ground.

Life is beautiful and amazing…when I look back I want to measure it not in the quantity I harvest, but according to the number of seeds I have sown.

Now as I lie on my bed reminiscing about today, I know I am not afraid to make mistakes or fall..because every wrong encourages me to do better, push harder and through it all I learn valuable lessons.