Yes. Metaphorically speaking.
Let me explain. I saw a post in my RSS reader from Mr. Fry’s website that said “Bungee Jumping Madness.” I finally got a chance to check it out last night & found a video of Mr. Stephen Fry bungee jumping off a bridge. As I watched Mr. Fry leap over the edge of the bridge into a chasm surrounded by amazing scenery, I thought to myself, “If Stephen Fry can bungee jump, anything is possible.” Or to be more specific, if an urbane, philosophical British gentleman can do something so reckless & daring, so can anyone.
When the video ended, I thought about my resolve last year to make my 30th year an age where I sought out new experiences. For the most part, I’ve been pretty happy with what I had accomplished. I started remembering my surfing adventure & thinking, “That’d be great to do again. Or trying bungee jumping. Or going back to New Mexico & standing in the middle of the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge without having a panic attack. Or finally taking horseback riding lessons.”
As I started listing all the daunting physical feats I wanted to take on, something stopped me. I remembered the quote I had posted in January from Neil Gaiman’s New Year’s wishes: “Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.” I thought about the goals I was really anxious about: taking the GRE, completing a grad school application & sending it in, submitting an essay to a lit journal, introducing myself to a stranger, trying to better the difficult relationships in my life. All obstacles as imposing to me as a high platform over a beautiful, dangerous chasm.
Mr. Fry’s bold bungee adventure is inspiring, especially to a bookish little Southern girl like me. Instead of rushing off to find my local skydiving class, though, I think it’s time for me to jump the bridges I’ve built up inside. Thanks for sharing your experience, sir, & congratulations on taking the big plunge.