It's 9am and I'm sitting in an airplane on my way to Santa Clara, CA. Didn't I just get back from a month long trip to Europe on Monday? Yes, yes I did. I still find myself in an airplane right now on my way to my beloved Cali.
I wish I could say my trip is specifically for pleasure, but indeed it is not. We are going on a business trip which we take four trips throughout the length of a year. The sad part is I hear I will be missing watching the snow fall. I plan to fully enjoy the sunshine to compensate for my loss.
I've always wanted to be a traveler. It looked to fun, interesting and like an eventful lifestyle. I honestly didn't think I'd actually fall into that category and become one. Traveling is all the things I thought it would be and more. I've had an unpacked suitcase in my bedroom since October. It seems pointless to unpack since I'll be flying sooner then later. I also realized I don't like flying at all. I've had more panic attacks in the air then not. I of course have figured out what triggers them and am able to find my peace in God. Airports themselves are not that fun. These things I have to get over, every single one of them. Like it or not I'm a frequent traveler and the travel time will just increase.
I pray that I get used to begin in the air and that I don't count down the minutes until our plane will be on the ground again asking the flight attendants , "Are we descending yet?", in Jesus' name, amen!