So, I flew a bunch as a kid. I was an army brat; we moved a lot and did a few years over in Germany. We travelled every weekend and summer; I loved it. We went all over Europe, in addition to yearly flights back to the states. But I never got on a plane after 1998. I met my ex-husband in 1999, and we hardly ever travelled. After 9/11 happened, he said we would never fly on a plane again-not that we had ever flown together anyway. We
A great friend suggested I get back into travelling after my divorce, but that was during Covid so I had to wait.
On June 2nd, 2021 I boarded a plane bound for Seattle . I wasn’t scared, but I did have butterflies. I used to be able to sleep like a baby on flights-even through rough turbulence-my mom couldn’t understand how she would be throwing up in the barf bag while I slept soundly through the bumps. I hoped I would still be okay on the ride.
My friend had taken care of the tickets, and we had great seats. I sat in the middle on the first leg of the flight but could still see out the window, and the experience was just as awesome as I remembered. Sitting by the window for the last part of the flight to Seattle was even better. Seeing everything from that angle was pure magic. It made me feel so alive to see the world in a way that I had once loved but kept myself from seeing for so very long. I realized how much I had needed to see that view-to remember how tiny I am compared to this great, big world. I realized how important it is to NOT let fear-yours or someone else’s-keep you from experiences that help you grow and make you feel more alive. That is the only way to keep yourself from becoming smaller.
I’m starting over. It’s scary to realize I am doing so many things for the first time. I told myself this will be the year that I figure out who I am since. I want to have a way to look back on my journey and see how it changes me.
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