Everyone has their calming mechanism. Some do repetitive motions, others feel comfortable in the back seat of a car. Mine—an airplane. As the engines rev for takeoff from DFW, I am amazed at how my body starts to magically relax. Relax in a way that no massage, no tranquil music could ever produce. I love being on an airplane.
I have traveled extensively for the past 5+ years, accumulating over 1.5 million miles. Until about 1 year ago, I was still a nervous flier (yoga cured that). Now, as the plane enters turbulence or any kind of “pot hole in the air” I feel more relaxed than humanly possible. The vibration of the engines, the warm smiles of the flight attendants, the soft red blankets…it all feels like home. But then again, when the airline calls you to simply thank you for being a valued customer, I expect the commute to work to be bountiful with home-like remembrances.
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