Breathe. Close eyes. Pray. Breathe. Hold...something. Pray. Relax. Motions.....these are the motions that usually take place within me while riding on an airplane. I wasn't always this way. In fact my first plane ride was to Hawaii. That's not exactly what I would call....easing into it. And I remember loving it. My next one....London/Paris.....that is where my the scar on my courage came from. I remember little about it except some of our guy friends holding their hands up on the plane as if we were on a roller coaster ride going up and down. I'm glad that at least they were amused.

I sit here writing this because I'm definitely battling mixed emotions about an upcoming trip. I am getting the opportunity to visit California in a few days. Part of me is ecstatic....a few hours, sitting, no one needing me, not having to make conversation with anyone, someone serving me (even if it is a beverage....heck, I might even go for an adult one), getting lost in a book, maybe even taking a nap. When you put it that way....that airplane ride sounds like the best vacation I have had in a LONG time. But thats just it....it's the longest flight I've been on in years. Can my nerves take it? I know this is silly. I know that people fly every day. I know that it is "safer" than riding in a car. I know, I know, I know...

"So if you're scared, why do it?"
"Because the things you are scared of are usually the most worthwhile. Just a theory."

....and then a line from one of my favorite movies sums it up! I promised myself a long time ago that I would never let my fear keep me from doing anything. So here I go again! Pray for me!


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