a few weeks ago, on the way home from the beach, i shrieked loudly at brian – which i do often, but this time it was because there was a hot air balloon floating down the interstate beside us.
i’d forgotten how lovely they are. i used to see them a lot when i was young – they’d land in a big corn field that was behind our house – but it’s been forever since i’ve seen one flying.
we talked about it and both decided we want to take a hot air balloon ride sooner than later. we don’t do nearly enough exciting things. like get your heart racing, exhilarating, wonderfully scary adrenaline rushing fun things.
a few summers ago, at the lake, i jumped off the top of the boat house into the water. in st. john, we went sailing in 12 foot waves (brian says 5). really. that’s about all i have.
at the old J O B, my heart raced all the time, but that was because I never knew what kind of shitstorm i was walking into each day.
what do you do to get an adrenaline rush these days?