Do a solo parachute jump.

“My first “solo” jump was STP level 1 (that’s what my DZ has instead of the classic AFF). I jumped out at 14k with only 1 instructor to help with stability. It couldn’t have gone better. The moment I pulled my parachute and the canopy opened, I looked up in awe, nearly in tears. My tandem the week before didn’t go so well. Our lines twisted and they were unfixable, so we had to cut away and pull reserve. So anyway, my canopy opened perfectly, I shouted Fuck Yes and did my control check. I felt absolute freedom. I was piloting myself 6000 feet in the sky. I pulled down my goggles and did some fun dive turns. My flares were perfectly timed and I landed gently on my feet. All that built up anxiety and adrenaline released and I couldn’t stop crying. I felt accomplished, relieved, and alive. And couldn’t wait to go back up (and down) again. Blue Skies!”

“My first was solo, free fall. Scared shitless, but I was determined not to let the adrenaline overwrite the memory - a lot of guys say they don't remember their first jump. I remember seeing the plane fly away from me with the same level of "huh that's new" as the first time I saw a girl naked in real life. Then instincts kicked in and I tried to swim after it for a second until I remembered that I wasn't going to be able to catch it.”

“I did my first solo self-supervised on Friday, and the first truly solo jump is a very neat experience. For me a lot of the worry is due to test-taking anxiety, so not having any maneuvers to remember and do was nice. It was actually relaxing, lol. I had pretty strong anxiety up until maybe my 7th jump, and it was mostly just the night/morning before, and during the drive to the dropzone. Strangely enough, as soon as I got to the DZ my worry stopped. I think going through the process of getting ready for my skydive got me out of my head and into the present moment.”