I just recently returned from Atlantis and I’ve been crossing things off my bucket list from going there to when I returned. one of the numbers stated: do something that scares me. while I do not fear heights, watching people close to me go parasailing terrified me. so I did it. heart pounding. heavy breathing. not knowing what would happen. I was terrified. but I did it. and you know what, I loved every minute of it.. except the fact that there’s no support under your butt and I felt the need to hold on for dear life. it was a moment, an experience I couldn’t have had if I didn’t take a chance.