Planes

I hate flying. I wish I was kidding when I tell you that on every flight, I fear that I am on the brink of death. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I am a super human. I neither breathe nor blink for hours on end. Sure this is unrealistic, and some might go so far as to say that I am embarrassing myself. I look to the closest person for consolation be it a former Air Force pilot or yesterday, a snotty nose seven year old boy who was kind enough to inform me that I looked pretty scared. Children are so wise these days. I know what you are thinking, how odd that I chose a job where I could fly up to 100 times a year. I suppose I view myself as a martyr for the business world… or just girl who needs to get over a couple of her fears.