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Terminal Velocity

Whether you hop past the last few stairs on a stair case or push on the gas instead of the brake when you see a yellow light, taking a calculated leap of faith is part of most of our daily lives. Ever since experiencing the largest physical leap of faith on multiple occasions in three different countries and lived to tell of it, I have been asked by friends, family and even future employers alike how my skydiving experiences have gone and how I could possibly enjoy it. Although I will forever hear it from my mother, you and many others, I must assure you that I do know about the dangers of terminal velocity but must refer you to the even more dangerous daily routine of highway velocity.

Life lesson # 5150- If you find yourself unscathed by 10,000 feet and tell people around you that you are not scared of skydiving, you are either lying to yourself and others or something is terribly wrong.

Previous to my first experience of a controlled fall towards the earth at 120 mph, I was like you, (if you have been skydiving please disregard the following) I saw skydiving as an activity reserved for people under the influence of impulsivity during celebratory times or if you were a regular, I saw you as one of a different breed. Although I might not have been too far off with such views, my perception has indefinitely changed which now would define me as either wrong in early assumptions or crossed over to the dark side. Whatever the case may be I can say in all honestly that with an influence from a close friend, a curiosity of new forms to ignite my adrenal gland and the small impulsive commitment to take my first jump out of a plane, I now see skydiving as something I couldn’t have seen before. I will try to explain… In my mind today I see skydiving as a leap of faith into the unknown, an act in which you can calculate what the possible outcomes will be all you want but until you experience it for yourself; you may never know what the journey may hold for you personally. Now let’s get something clear as I explain these views, I do not deny that skydiving is a sport/science that comes with its own set of dangers and that these realities can be experienced by even the most veteran divers at any time. As I previously stated though I will ask you to examine the set of dangers that make up your everyday life including your average highway or street, that of which is driven on by anyone who could pass the state standards at age 16 with no re-certification at any point past this initial test. Just Saying. Now having taken that into account would you say you are someone who likes to live life to the fullest, or would you describe yourself as a risk taker?

Opinions will be opinions, advice will always be free, but remember it is our choices in life that change things for you and me…

I suggest to everyone that is up for it to try sky diving for themselves, although tempted by my memory and emotions to go in to detail of my sky diving experiences buried deep in my hippocampus I have chosen to refrain. Not for sake of selfishness or some other underlying reason but simply because I see sky diving as a personal journey (a leap of faith) and I whole-heartedly believe that everyone’s journey is different and shouldn’t be spoiled by the thoughts or expectations of what it was and is for me.

But if your interested you can check out some of my sky diving videos on you tube provided just a click away on the links below.

With the flux capacitor ready, it's back to the blogosphere...

One day I ventured up the creaky old back stairs of my newly leased apartment building that was built somewhere around a century ago, I was on a course due north. Not actual north but just up to the roof where I now frequently enjoy Seattle sunsets with the emerald skyline at my side. (Video coming soon) But let’s just agree that some might call it pretty freaking sweet.
Now that I was in my new thinking spot (essentially the spot I find wherever I am living that provides me with as much serenity as I can grasp) I thought of some of the spots I used to sit and ponder during past sunset times such as ATO's porch which gave me not only a sunset to enjoy but a house full of college girls some call a sorority across the street as well. Also the countless and ever-changing spots I enjoyed whilst vansploring(van+exploring) through New Zealand. As I sat and just stared at the skyline in my intro-loner fashion I decided it was time to take back to the blogosphere. Combining my ideas in my mind, I tempted the thought of sharing my life XP as I like to call it, through my voice, and through my medium, and VOILA... Jeffenzed's blog comes to life.(jeffenzed=jeff+enzed AKA New Zealand)

Life lesson #2524, blogging becomes much more difficult when one isn’t forced to do it for school credit through internships.

Here I am folks, ready to share with the world parts of my life that I think some of you might actually give a shit about. Blogs to come will probably include snowmobiling, a day in the life of a Seattleite, and ventures into career land. Currently I transition from a long-hair greasy college kid washing dishes to get by into a pressed-and-tucked dress shirt educated young man ready for a career(or so I'm trying to portray at least). Until next time when I hopefully have something interesting to share I will be deeply immersed in “the real world” attempting to find employment.