Finding Gratitude Amidst Chaos

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d be in for some misery.As a human, I did my utter best to avoid flying whenever I could, but fate would have other plans for me.And soon the universe would find a way to force my hand, after all, I did ask for help in overcoming the anxiety that plagues me whenever I sit in an aircraft.Generally, I have a few scriptures that calm the nerves and soothe the soul. Even so, I am often feeling the anxiety once my ticket is purchased. Because I know there is no going back. The day of the flight, well, let’s just say my cortisol levels are at an all-time high.Over one year ago, I decided to leave the safe security of my full-time job and venture into parts unknown. I have to say I have always been a bit of a rebel at heart, a creature that cannot really be tamed. Believe me, some have tried😏.I had been feeling a bit of wanderlust and when the opportunity came calling, well I went for it. So now I have been on the road and most of the times

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I am loving it.The issue with venturing into parts unknown is it requires the use of airplanes — something I had fallen out of love with.But I have been hitching up my big girl pants as I heeded the call to board. In the past year plus, I have seen the inside of an aircraft way too many times.As I write this, here I am sitting at the airport waiting to board my flight when the revelation came to me, I feel ok. I feel calm. The usual anxiety that hounds me is not present, I am relaxed. Among all the strangers milling about, I feel free. I have finally kicked the fear of flying I developed after I jumped out of a plane some years ago. At worst, I am now handling the once-overpowering fear like a champ.Those are great odds. I could live with them.Grateful for mercies big and small. Whenever I am in a moment of profound revelation, I think “Just look at God”, always doing for me what I could never do for myself.</article></body>

Sitting at the airport in a sea of strangers

If you know a bit about my story, you may remember I had a run-in with an aircraft in 2011 when my plane overshot the runway and broke on the landing.

I was shook up.

For many years thereafter I felt acute anxiety whenever I was forced to fly. I say forced because I am from the South of the Americas and if I ever wish to see my relatives I must fly. I also plan to see a bit of this beautiful world and if that is to happen, I will have to get on planes and fly. So, I had better learn to conquer this fear, otherwise, I would be in for some misery.

As a human, I did my utter best to avoid flying whenever I could, but fate would have other plans for me.

And soon the universe would find a way to force my hand, after all, I did ask for help in overcoming the anxiety that plagues me whenever I sit in an aircraft.

Generally, I have a few scriptures that calm the nerves and soothe the soul. Even so, I am often feeling the anxiety once my ticket is purchased. Because I know there is no going back. The day of the flight, well, let’s just say my cortisol levels are at an all-time high.

Over one year ago, I decided to leave the safe security of my full-time job and venture into parts unknown. I have to say I have always been a bit of a rebel at heart, a creature that cannot really be tamed. Believe me, some have tried😏.

I had been feeling a bit of wanderlust and when the opportunity came calling, well I went for it. So now I have been on the road and most of the times I am loving it.

The issue with venturing into parts unknown is it requires the use of airplanes — something I had fallen out of love with.

But I have been hitching up my big girl pants as I heeded the call to board. In the past year plus, I have seen the inside of an aircraft way too many times.

As I write this, here I am sitting at the airport waiting to board my flight when the revelation came to me, I feel ok. I feel calm. The usual anxiety that hounds me is not present, I am relaxed. Among all the strangers milling about, I feel free. I have finally kicked the fear of flying I developed after I jumped out of a plane some years ago. At worst, I am now handling the once-overpowering fear like a champ.

Those are great odds. I could live with them.

Grateful for mercies big and small. Whenever I am in a moment of profound revelation, I think “Just look at God”, always doing for me what I could never do for myself.