I used to be filled with fear. Heights, crowds, closed in spaces…all of which made flying problematic. As with most fears, gradual desensitization can help you conquer them. A lot of my fears fell away after a serious illness 16 years ago. I faced my own mortality head-on and realized these petty things didn’t mean that much in the grand scheme of things.
Now I absolutely love to fly. I love to get to the airport early and people watch. I get a magazine and have a nice meal. I could easily be one of those people who travel for work….living out of suitcases, sleeping in a different hotel every week, trying to find something healthy on the menu. That would suit my wandering spirit. Except, I’m sure the reality isn’t nearly as exciting as what I picture in my mind.
I wonder about the other travelers. What’s their story? Where are they headed? Where have they been? I always wonder if someone has lost a loved one when they’re sitting looking downcast. But I don’t pry.
In these times of terrorist activities, you would think that security would be a concern. I haven’t seen any more caution taken this trip than I’ve ever seen except when I flew shortly after 9/11. Now THAT was a different story. That was worrisome. It is human nature to become complacent over time, I suppose. I was supposed to fly this morning, but decided to see if I could get an earlier flight out yesterday. It was a long day with a plane change and layover in Baltimore. But I would rather have done that than hang out all day in a hotel near the Dayton airport.
Let the vacation begin!
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“The highway of the upright avoids evil; those who guard their ways preserve their lives.”
Proverbs 16:17 NIV