Boat Bird Weekly
Boat Bird Weekly
Travel by Plane
I even love the airplane food and snacks, and I always look forward to ordering my Cranapple Cocktail (the cranberry and apple juice drink I've ordered on almost every flight of my life). It feels like living the high life, in the most literal sense.
I love getting to discover new things about myself- what I am naturally drawn to, my wants and desires, and where my very self instinctually leads me.
I really do just adore traveling by myself. I love to be on a plane. I love it. I love the time to myself to do whatever, even if that means doing absolutely nothing, whenever, the sense of independence and figuring things out as I go because I have to and I can and I will.
I love seeing the lights of the cities below, especially at night, although sunrises and sunsets are spectacular too-- mapping out the world by sight, and wow do I love the light (I am a photographer, after all).
I seriously get downright giddy, joyful, to be by myself up high in an airplane, especially if I am lucky enough get a window seat. Just me next to the world. All of it. Right outside my window.
I love having this space to myself. I love it. And I am proud of myself. I'm proud of overcoming the fear of flying solo. I'm proud of letting myself want and do. I'm proud of taking myself on adventures. I'm proud when I say "Hell yes!" and when I smile and when I allow myself to feel joy.
I'm proud of loving me, and for how much I've grown and am still growing and have room and patience to grow. I'm proud when I don't look back. For showing up and embracing me.
I'm proud for admitting. For exploring and venturing outside my comfort zone and trying new things. For sharing joy and humor with others and making friends with strangers even if it's only fleeting and made perfectly for that exact moment (it always is).
For committing. To anything at all. Acknowledging fear and saying yes anyways. For letting myself have this time, and realizing how precious it is to me.