A few weeks ago we packed up the old family wagon and headed into the big city to go to the Red Bull Flugtag event.

Flugtag is German for Flying Day.  Red Bull is beverage industry for Cash Money and Big Fun.  The best man from our wedding and long time friend is the King of Red Bull or something like that (Mid Atlantic Promotions/Events eiral;jfdjfaewoiaghga) so instead of spending the afternoon with 85,000 of my closest friends on the Camden Waterfront, we spend the afternoon in the luxury of the Red Bull Flugtag VIP area on the Camden Waterfront, complete with big screen tvs, supercool mushy chairs and beanbags, hammocks, swings, open bar, and yummy food.  Also Red Bull sponsored athlete eye candy.  Bonus!

We had a spectacular day.  And we talked a lot about what kind of flying contraption we would construct if we were to enter ourselves into the next Philly Flugtag.

Leaping off a 30 foot high platform into the at best murky at worst oh my god what IS that Delaware River strapped to a papier mache sculpture is kind of a daring thing to do, and would certainly push the edges of my personal comfort level.   But the more we talked doing it, the more it occurred to both my husband and me that what needed in our lives was not more be-costumed short-range BASE jumping, but some more regular Flugtag.

And, come to think of it?  Most of the people I know could also benefit from some Flying Days.  Couldn’t you?  Push yourself a bit beyond your comfort zone?  Soar a little outside the regular constraints of your routine?  Untether yourself from your own and others’ expectations?  For some people that could be a career change or buying the convertible they’ve always dreamed of.  For others it might be taking the long way home on the evening commute.  Everybody’s got a different limit.  But everybody should push that limit once in a while.

Flugtag!