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29 December 2011


Did I ever tell you that I'm afraid to fly?  Well, I am.  We're headed to Hawaii in two days and I'm that person who grips the seat, grabs random passengers and has to read the escape manual after I sit down in my assigned seat.  My palms get sweaty, I get jittery.  I'm a mess.  I just don't like it.

So now you might be wondering WHY I don't like to fly.  Well, I'm a control freak.  I'm letting some random person put MY life in their hands, I'm 30,000 feet in the air (that's a long fall), I don't think turbulence is fun.

I should be freaking out in excitement, right!?  I am, right along with insane amounts of anxiety.  I know it has set in because I woke up with a sore throat, and butterflies in my stomach... two days before we even leave!  There is SO much to do, and so much I don't want to forget.  I'm traveling with a nine month old and a five year old in a little itty bitty space.  One will be easy to entertain, the other... not so much.  Poor Bill!  He will need an Ergo Baby for the front (Presley) and the back (me!).  I feel for him because I will be on Xanax... the ONLY way to fly!  I will be in a calm, sedate state and will most likely fall asleep.  Just the way I like it!   I know it's going to be a good trip.  I know I'm going to make it just fine.  I know I am safer in this airplane than in my very own car.  My dad was an aircraft mechanic, my brother IS an aircraft mechanic.  My FIL was a pilot.  I have flown a flight simulator (MD11!  HOLLA!).  I know I am safe.  WHY must I feel so much anxiety!?  Bill has absolutely NO anxiety at all!  Why am I letting the negative overtake the positive!?  On that note, here is a fun little quote I will remember as we take off to Hawaii....

Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that, so it goes on flying anyway.  Mary Kay Ash

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