Good cheesus, it has been a heavy start to the northern jumping season.
We use the acronym BSBD, which stands for “Blue Skies, Black Death” around here a lot because we like the old-schoolness of it, and more importantly, it points to the yin-yang duality of our sports. A lot of us jump because we know life is temporary, fleeting and unpredictable. You can’t know the good (those beautiful clear blue skies) unless you know the bad (the cold cruel black death). But it’s a balance — too much of either skews your world. So our reader question this month is:
How do you balance the BSBD?
When we go through times like this, when it seems like there’s a fatality around every corner, how do you celebrate life and living? How do you keep your head above water? A whuffo interpretation might be, “How do you deal with your grief?” but as jumpers it’s not quite that simple. A lot of these fatalities are people we’ve never met. Some might be our best friends, or the husband of a good friend, or the girlfriend of the guy who was our first tandem instructor, or that guy whose videos kept us sane in our cubicles at lunch. Their passing touches our lives in our small communities in unique ways.
So how do you deal with the black death in our blue skies?
Responses will be printed in the May issue of Blue Skies Mag (i54). If you comment here, post your name as you’d like it printed. You can also email responses to me at email@example.com. If we get too many to print, we’ll select representative comments.