For weeks I would see different planes flying overhead. I would stare at them, every single one of them. I was beginning to think of not wanting to be on a plane. I was thinking even more about doing what I love, and, how much longer and how many more things will I do in my life that are NOT what I want to do. Would I draw the line? When would I draw the line. Should I suck it up, or have I sucked up enough? For days it felt wrong. Going away again, getting on a plane, and again, doing 1 … [Read more...]
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