Flying is for the birds...

To say that I was anxious on the morning of our first flight simply does not cover the myriad of gut wrenching emotions I was experiencing. I had been crying since the previous evening, having to say good bye to my two sons, knowing that I would not be able to hold them for a whole month. I was nervous about flying in general, and

specifically afraid that I would throw up on the plane from my jittery nerves and motion sickness.

Thankfully, at the Dane County airport, I happened to run into a coworker, who was also flying out that morning to visit her family. It was such a surprise seeing her in the middle of my frantic worrying, it sort of shocked me out of my mania and helped me remember to just breath through it. Recalling the mindfulness techniques we have been practicing at school, focusing on my breath (and taking my motion sickness pill!) really helped me get over the waves of emotions crashing over me as we flew away from Madison and began our journey. I will always be grateful for that chance encounter that helped me refocus my mind and rein in my emotions.

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