From personal experience I know nothing is guaranteed. Each day I wake up is a day that should be well spent, fully embraced. Live like your dying. That is not to say that I don't waste the time afforded me. I am as flawed as the next person.
But here I am taking stock. Deciding how to proceed. I took a deep deep breath and chose. On June 18, 2015, my birthday, I am going to jump out of an airplane. I want to do it with my husband and my son. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to skydive. In my 20's raising kids I talked myself out of that dream. Yet it never went completely away. Just lurked quietly in the shadows waiting for me. So the desire, the dream has not only been a long time coming it is symbolic as well. Both sons were with the 82nd Airborne. One jumps spiritually the other physically and the Mr. because he is ALWAYS there with and for me.
Shoot, I have no idea what comes after as that will only be day one! Do I choose to do something weekly or monthly? Much to figure out. In the meantime I'm headed outdoors.