Knowing when to jump

Just before the summer ends and the rainy days start, my college girlfriends and I went on our annual summer get together.As usual it was fun bonding and laughing with my girls again as we catch up on what's happening with each other's lives. Although noticeably there are things that we no longer have in common since we now live in our own worlds.

Aside from bonding with my girlfriends, the trip was especially memorable as it marks one of my many "firsts". We challenged ourselves to jump off the sea from the not-so-high cliff we were standing on (imagine: sisterhood of the traveling pants). Although the jump wasn't the most adventurous thing, I'm not exactly the type whom you would imagine jumping off the sea every now and then. It's crazy, ecstatic and kind of childish but really felt good.

Now as I type here in front of my computer I've come to realize that I've done major "jumps" in life. Although most of these jumps are not really that euphoric. I wonder, how do we know when it's a good jump? Was it the moment when it feels good yet you don't know how, when and where to land? Or when you know that you landed safely yet it doesn't feel right?