The waiting is like a roller-coaster taking ages to reach the hundred-foot drop. Too much time to wonder about everything that could go wrong. Rationalising it, I tell myself thousands of people have done this and survived.
Hearing my name, my heart lurches over the drop. I hang outside my comfort zone. It’s time for my audition.
Minutes pass in seconds and it’s over.
Rationalising it, I tell myself its only endorphins surging through my body, but it doesn’t lessen my smile or the feeling of weightlessness. It wasn’t perfect, but I didn’t fall. I survived the drop.
What’s next?