In an attempt to be okay with getting on a plane, I reminded myself that I successfully flew to celebrate my niece's graduation on the other side of the country not too long ago and the trip was well beyond worth it. I had the idea floating in my head that I love my family more than I hate flying.
I test that again tomorrow and I have to remind myself that I love my best friend and her family more than I hate flying. I need to get away every once in a while. I was crying due to the stress of being sick and leaving my comfy space. Also, I hate leaving behind my beloved dog. I then though of my best friend leaving behind her childhood state and her family to start a new life in a more affordable place to raise her family. I need to grow up for a few days and remember the sting of travel does not compare to the joy of being together. And I should not puke when I see the huge house she can afford.
While battling this crap, it occurred to me that it is dangerous having so much importance wrapped up into so few things in my life. "Eggs in basket" as my husband pointed out. He, of course is one of the main eggs. I have to find this balance of reaching out to get more in my life and not running overboard to be an idiot that wants to master all the things. For now, I just need to pack and get to the airport in one piece.
