I’m going to Florida tomorrow and have to admit: I can’t wait!
Of course, the fact that Greg isn’t coming is very, very sad (the extra “very” is in case he reads this post) but the truth is that I’ll be working throughout the week anyway.
If you follow this blog you know that during my last trip to Florida, I got the opportunity to face my fear of sharks with a non-shark attack kayak adventure. (The “sharks” turned out to be playing dolphins.)
Well tomorrow I get to face another fear: my fear of flying.
The irony is that my father (whom I’m going to Florida to visit) is a retired pilot. Well captain, actually. So you would think that flying is in my genes or something. It’s not. I have mini panic attacks during take-off and although I usually consider alcohol to be the solution to pretty much everything, I refuse to drink before a flight. Possibly this is where that genetic memory thing kicks in since my dad was adamant about not drinking when he was flying.
(To add fuel to my fear, I saw the movie “The Grey” recently where Liam Neesan’s plane crashes in Alaska and he has to battle a pack of demon wolves to survive.)
My trick for getting through take-off without breaking out into a full-fledged anxiety attack?
I close my eyes and hum. So if you’re on a flight to Florida tomorrow and you notice me humming with my eyes closed, please don’t disturb me.
Consider yourself warned.