Like flying on an airplane! By myself! So not my favorite thing to do. I get an anxiety attack. What gate am I supposed to be at? What time is my flight? What are the rules for security?
I had to do this once before so I’m getting better. But still, not my favorite thing to do. When I was a little kid, flying on an airplane was exciting, adventurous, and fun. The seats were wide and the legroom was enormous. The food was served on china and the salt and pepper were tiny little crystal containers. Flying somewhere was an event with ladies in hats and gloves and shiny shoes. Men in suits. Now, we’re packed in like cattle and told not to complain while we remove everything just to check in.
But, I will step out of my comfort zone and fly in an airplane to see my high school friend I haven’t seen in 30 years, give or take.
By the time you are reading this post I will be back from my journey to Seattle!
What is outside your comfort zone?
Jill James, romance writer and reluctant traveler.