30 Days – Day 5 – “Hope”

Apologies for missing a couple of days, I was unavoidably muntered. Anyway, carrying on!

Something you hope to do in your life.

There’s an absolute ton of things that I want to do. We all have those dreams of winning the lottery, and I remember the first time I bought a ticket I put some serious thought into the whole idea. It was the Euromillions, the jackpot was up over £100 million again and I divided out all that money in my head. I figured that I’d spread the wealth, give a million to all my family safe in the knowledge I could still live better than most people do several lifetimes over. My other plans involved keeping it quiet until my brothers were older so they could still go to uni or whatever they wanted to do and would always have something to fall back on if they blew all the cash. Another involved me again telling no-one so that I wouldn’t be treated any differently, but live comfortably and say that I’d made a few lucky investments in various companies. And of course there was the private jets, expensive cars, orgies, trips into space, with a castle and the ability to stand at the top of a hill, look in any direction and take comfort that it was all mine thrown in for good measure.

But my more realistic aim is to skydive. I love heights, and I love the sensation of falling. Without trying to sound suicidal I’ve found myself standing in flats on the 20th or so floor wishing I could jump out of the window. For the trip down rather than the end result obviously. The company was a bit shit most times as well, so ending it all might’ve had something to do with it now I think about it. Right now the highest thing I’ve jumped from was a cliff into some diesel flavoured water somewhere near Oban a few years ago. I’ve got a rather small fund barely into three figures to put towards finally doing it, but unless I really do find a big wad of cash it’ll be a couple of years and some more serious weight loss before I can even begin to think of the cheaper tandem skydive nevermind solo jumps. My Point Break fantasies will have to stay on the backburner for the time being.

Skydiving also isn’t a viable career option, so my more practical hopes are that I can finally figure out what the hell it is I want to do with my life. That way I can focus my energy into succeeding at it and not wonder about the other possibilities constantly. For the very short-term I’ll settle for a job and my hole, ta very much.