For those who know me, it’s no secret that I’m a fan of TK Maxx. You’ve probably seen my Snapchat story where I donated clothes there for charity or seen me with a carrier bag walking near my home or Tottenham Court Road. Whether it’s cute baby clothes to give as gifts, new bits to fill my house or chic designer handbags, I love that not only is everything usually up to 60% off RRP but I’m always inspired. Be it the desire to take up baking, have that final clear out and incorporating new storage solutions or even styling up a new bomber jacket with some glitzy trousers.
It’s kind of like a treasure hunt inside TK Maxx, you always leave with something different and there’s something for everyone with new big name branded pieces added daily.

After finishing my day at GQ, I nipped to my local store for a look around. Falling in love with a pretty pink and white dressing gown that I hadn’t seen before, it was at that moment I realised that as from 14th October, I was going to have a lot more time on my hands as that was my last day before leaving my career to be a full time blogger. No more commutes, no more office, just me myself and my blog. It was then that I had that light bulb moment, I needed to do something very different, something super exciting and invigorating that would throw me out of my comfort zone, give me a fresh perspective and new start. I was going to book a skydive. I was going to make this ridiculous possibility a reality. Well, I mean after all, with these savings there’s more budget available to go towards a new hobby, ha!

The Dive

True to my word, I booked the skydive for the first day after leaving GQ, chatted to others who had done a skydive and instantly felt nervous and scared. After an induction and a video demonstration, I strapped up into a harness and climbed into a tiny plane with a few others. As we quickly reached 5,000 feet, 6,000 feet, 8,000 feet all the way to 10,000, strapped to my instructor I knew it was too late to turn back. Oh and just my luck, last to get on the plane, first to jump out.

As the door flung open, I psyched myself to jump out. Well, the reality was that I fell out, feeling like I was plummeting to my death (at 125mph to be exact). After 30 seconds of complete free fall, our parachute opened (thank the Lord) and we sailed down for about 4 minutes. As we ‘admired’ the views (!) I screamed my head off and took control of the parachute, turning us sharp left and sharp right. With an insane amount of adrenaline and emotion, I cried, thanked my instructor and came to land. A few months ago I would never had thought I would be doing this once in a lifetime, bucket list challenge.

The Inspiration

After the fourth time watching the video, I still can’t contain my emotion and cannot believe I did it. Now I feel like I can take on anything and I’m totally confident and ready to be a full time blogger. Oh and how cute is the dressing gown?!

Have you an ridiculous possibility to share? Comment below Xx