Duh! Flying! Winning at 35,000 Feet - Page 2
Years later I flew to many cities all over the country as I tried to be a Master of the Universe, running my PR agency. Honeymoon, family trips, trips with my first boyfriends, trips with my husband and extended family. Now, my trips at 35,000 feet up are mostly family vacations with H and daughter in tow.
I don’t want to hate flying so much. I want to learn to let go, accept that we have no way of controlling everything in the world or the master plan. I want to relax more when I fly and not look to my husband for “secret code” reassurances. He flies all the time. He gets on a plane the way I get in a cab. He can fall asleep on the runway before take-off. It’s so annoying. I thought about this. Yes, we are different ; our energy is different; our temperaments. He travels the world on planes weekly and I am mostly local, "holding down the fort" as they say. When did this happen? Yes, my professional life got smaller by choice as I raised my daughter. But why do I have to hate flying so much? To be honest, I think it got worse after 9/11, news coverage, no-fly lists, enhanced security. So be it. I am jealous of his ease with the whole thing. Like George Clooney in "Up in the Air" he glides through the whole process as I figure out how to survive until I land.
“There are so many people that hate flying,” said H to me one night, trying to make me feel better when I was beating myself up about it. I did a little research: Jennifer Aniston and Cher kept popping up when I Googled “celebrities and fear of flying”. I also knew, from attending a recent live show that Whoopi Goldberg hated it so much she used an anesthesiologist to literally knock her out until she landed. But despite finding other, more famous people with the same issue, it just doesn’t make me feel better. I want to beat this.
So there I was. On a five hour flight from Aruba (I know, poor baby), rows and rows behind my family (much to my daughter’s dismay who is glued to me most of the time). Normally, if two seats were together I would sit next to her; but this time I made up some excuse and said I would switch with Daddy soon (fully knowing I wouldn’t because I just had to do this).
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