Reflections on life that I had while in the most beautiful state in the country.

In Alaska I did something new, something scary, something exhilarating. 

I did a zip-line tour. At first I thought about giving up, throwing up and not going up.

But I realized that we had paid good money for this adventure and that freaking out at the start would probably only mess things up for our group of 4 other random people and 2 guides. 

When it was my turn for the first zip-line the guide hooked me up and waited for the signal from the other side that it was clear and told me "ok you can go whenever you're ready."

When I'm ready. 

Would I ever feel ready to potentially plummet to my death?

Would I ever be able to determine when that exact right moment of "readiness" was?

So many thought raced through my mind following a routine statement that our lovely guide repeated millions of times and never thought twice about. 

I wasn't ready,

but I had to let go of that and more literally let go of the platform. 

And so I did. 

I couldn't count to 3 or take a big breath I just went. 

And on the following obstacles I went through a similar process in my mind. 

Just go. 

Somewhere along the way of the 9 zip-line, 2 floating bridges and 1 repel...

(The repel was the WORST, the picture above is of me dangling of the edge that isn't in the picture I couldn't see how far I was going to fall to the next location. My face is deceiving because I'm smiling although inside I'm crying/freaking out.)

I started thinking of my life. 

Am I ever ready to do things that scare me?

When making a decision about something I'm sure about the outcome of, do I try anyway? 

When am I ever ready to take a risk?

To put myself out there even when I can potentially get hurt?

These are some of the things I thought about while I was zooming across the tree tops 

566 feet above the ground. 

I pondered many things while on the trails as well. 

Mulling over where I'm at in life, putting one foot in front of the other while scaling the side of a mountain in hopes to reach the glacier and see the ice field. 

Alaska was good for me. 

Being there helped be realize I'll never be ready. 

Although I'll never be ready for somethings I still have to try,

or miss out on some wonderful experiences. 

It made me remember that I'm independent. 

I can hop on a plane by myself. 

Many people were confused by this, "Are you going with friends?"

Not sure why that was the assumption and even when I said I was going to meet my friend in AK

they still thought I was weird and said "by yourself?!"

I can do things by myself especially when it's solo or no go. 

I don't want to miss out on opportunities, 

especially ones that take me to A L A S K A.