When I make a snafu, I enjoy the big ones. After the phase of beating myself up for being such an idiot, there is time for laughter.
I’m actually flying. Through the air—in a tin tube!
I had a queasy stomach but forced myself to breathe through it. Turbulence doesn’t help much, but I’m flying right now!
Anyway, long story short, I thought I booked our flights for Wednesday–tomorrow. My husband was responsible for the car rental and a night in a motel.
To the shock of all of us, I booked the flight one day early. We found this tidbit of information at 11:30ish last night. We had to be at the airport at 6:30 am or there about.
So the rush to pack was on. We logged 4 hours sleep. Which could explain how I am not in a total panic, I’m still mostly asleep.
Thankfully our flight is short, and I thought it would be great exposure therapy. To expose myself even more, I’m forcing myself to keep the shade up and look out the window. I even took some photos, which I will share when we get back.
Am I totally comfortable? Ohmygosh no! But just as I survived my trip driving to the city and back, acknowledging that nothing catastrophic happened, I will continue to chip away at this fear.
I still have the landing to go, but I know I will survive this panic/anxiety/phobia.
Luckily, my husband is next to me. If I have a major meltdown he can knock me out. 😀 Seriously kidding!