Up, Up and Away… almost

Up, Up and Away… almost
My fear of flying has worsened in the past year as I’ve had to take more flights for travel and catchup on my life. It’s so frustrating because I am a pretty adventurous person. I love to travel, and want to explore even more parts of the world. However there is something that cripples me; something that is all consuming. Something that looms large every daylight minute (and several bedtime nightmares). And it’s pretty fundemental. It is…getting on the plane. Once onboard with the doors closed, claustrophobia only adds to the problem. I’ve flown domestic and international and survived my fair share of turbulent flights. Am I alone when I always look around the aircraft to see other people’s reaction and nobody else seems worried or phased. I mean we are thousands of feet above a major ocean and this cramped thin metal tube begins to shake. Can I be the only one who sees the problem with this? Apparently so. It frustrates me as I do love to explore, but is putting my body through fight or flight mode just to see another part of the world worth it. You betcha !! Down to the last chewed fingernail.