Skydiving, Serendipity, and the Boxes We Build for Ourselves

Skydiving, Serendipity, and the Boxes We Build for Ourselves
In 2013, a few days before my birthday, I was running errands—the usual grind. I remember sitting in the parking lot of a bank, weighed down by a nagging thought: How should I celebrate?
Suddenly, I remembered something I’d always wanted to do: skydive.
My first reaction was the same as always: Someday I’ll do that.
But then I caught myself. When is “someday”? It’s not on any calendar I’ve ever owned.
At that moment, I realized I had no real excuse. I lived in a major metro area, certainly big enough to support a skydiving operation or two. I had disposable income from my work as a software architect and my nights and weekends gigging as a magician.
Why not today?
That thought—someday could be today—ended up being the genesis of a kind of rebirth. The day I discovered the difference between existing and living.