So I had a major life experience this past weekend...I went to Laughlin, Nevada.
Just kidding, that would be a depressing thing to be excited about. But how I got there was pretty amazing. I flew on my first private plane! Mike's father is a pilot and is helping Mike to get certified as well. Now this is a major accomplishment for me and I will tell you why...
(Can you see the terror in my eyes?)
Even though I love traveling with all my heart, flying is an interesting obstacle for me. When I was younger, flying was actually enjoyable for me. I would usually fly with my big brother and he absolutely loved planes. He would point to the wing and explain everything that was happening with the mechanics, so as to distract me from the 30,000+ foot drop below me. However, now I'm older. I often fly alone or with Mike, who falls asleep as soon as we get into the air. Over the past five or so years, my anxiety over flying has steadily been getting more and more intense. I try every trick in the book. I try to read, distract myself, fall asleep, talk, look out the window, don't look out the window, white-knuckle the seat, EVERYTHING! But no matter what I do, I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I think I have pinpointed the source of the problem. While I have never been a huge control freak (I have some OCD, but who doesn't, right?), I think my problem with flying is my complete lack of control over the fate of my life...or otherwise. Not only does the pilot have my life in his hands, but elements do as well. "One major gust of wind could sent us into a nosedive!" These are the thoughts that continue to "fly" (get it?) through my head for however many hours (1, 3, 6, 9) that I am in the air. And every minute seems like an eternity to me, so six hours mentally becomes twelve or eighteen to me.
(These are the results of overcoming my fear)
So, as I try to face this fear, I will blast some inspiring music (Send Me On My Way, anyone?), look out at the world below me, try to imagine my destination, and try to ignore my stomach screaming "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
-Claire Impecoven

