While flying down to California last week I witnessed the most beautiful sunrise.
Now, I don't believe in omens or anything like that, but as a somewhat reluctant flyer I tried to interpret this sunrise into:
A: I would make it to San Jose alive.
B: I would make it to San Jose alive.
Because while flying solo on a prop plane a million miles up in the air my mind wanders to some pretty bleak and scary places.
Usually places involving nose dives, flames, and well... screaming.
And I needed all the reassurance I could get.
Even if that came from a simple sunrise I was taking it and holding onto it for dear life, squeezing it will all I could muster, I was gonna white knuckle that thing until...
Oh wait, no.
That was the arm rest.. ha.. how embarrassing.
I don't like to fly.
I love to see new things, experience new places and I dream someday of visiting Europe and all its loveliness.
With that said, I don't plan on taking a boat there!
So in the meantime I'm forcing myself onto planes.
I'm trying to conquer my fear.
And I think it's working.
(This is the sunset on my way back home to Idaho.)
So I just wanted to take the time so say,
if your ever seated next to a wide eyed crazy looking blonde lady gripping the seat and crying like a baby, I apologize.
She may not be me, but she's a member of the club.
Buy her a drink mmmkay?