Depending on what time you're reading this, I may just be currently stuck in a tube, being shot through the air at insane speeds against my will.
Some people call it an airplane ride.
I call it torture.
I'm not sure where my fear of airplane rides came from. I have a friend whose dad is a pilot and has a little plane. When we were little he took us to Myrtle Beach for the day and I loved it! It was so cool to see the mountains from the sky, and all the pools in backyards. When we landed, we saw the Charlotte Hornets jet. That was really cool.
We hung out at the beach all day, and then went back home that same night. Driving, the beach would have been 6 hours away!
I remember being a little nervous, but I wasn't really scared.
Now? I'm terrified. I get to the airport and my hands get sweaty. By the time I get on the pain my stomach generally hurts.
Lift off might as well be a rocket launch because that's how it feels to me.
And every single bump means were probably headed for the ground.
If I was every actually in a scary situation, it would be very, very bad. I would be that person.
In fact, on a very normal, non-bumpy plane ride a few years ago, there was a baby crying. Most people would hate a baby crying on a plane.
Me? I sympathized with the poor thing. She could cry like that, but I couldn't. People would really be annoyed if I started crying like that.
So as you go throughout your day, think of me and my crazy fear. I know it's irrational. I know the statistics.
And remember... on Monday I have to fly back!
Where am I going? More on that later!