I have always been a Fearful Flyer. I would not get on a plane without at least one glass of wine in me, even if it was a 7 AM flight. (Sometimes awkward, lol!) International flights? Glass after glass of wine until I fell asleep. I guess I thought I would self-destruct without that cushion, that self-erected zone of I am Not Really Here.
Yesterday I got to the airport, and went through security. My default after that is to head immediately to the closest bar. And I did. But I ordered iced tea and a salad. When at the next airport between flights, I bought a diet coke and some cashews and nibbled on these while recharging my phone and reading the morning's WSJ which I'd brought along (hard to read newspapers on planes!!)
I got on the next flight, and arrived here in New Orleans. And here I am!
How was it? Almost painless. I did stock up on a backpack full of magazines, and a few cross-word puzzles to distract myself.
Final Diagnosis: I guess I must have long ago outgrown being a Fearful Flyer without realizing it. Another revelation of this sobriety experiment. I keep finding out that I am Stronger than I thought. In a lot of ways, excess use of wine seems to be an emotional crutch that I no longer need. Wow!
Yesterday I got to the airport, and went through security. My default after that is to head immediately to the closest bar. And I did. But I ordered iced tea and a salad. When at the next airport between flights, I bought a diet coke and some cashews and nibbled on these while recharging my phone and reading the morning's WSJ which I'd brought along (hard to read newspapers on planes!!)
I got on the next flight, and arrived here in New Orleans. And here I am!
How was it? Almost painless. I did stock up on a backpack full of magazines, and a few cross-word puzzles to distract myself.
Final Diagnosis: I guess I must have long ago outgrown being a Fearful Flyer without realizing it. Another revelation of this sobriety experiment. I keep finding out that I am Stronger than I thought. In a lot of ways, excess use of wine seems to be an emotional crutch that I no longer need. Wow!
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