Plane ride = my two biggest fears, flying and germs.
Over the weekend I had to travel by plane to Vegas. While I was white knuckling my husband’s arm and checking my seatbelt every 30 seconds, I started to formulate my escape in case the plane decided to nose dive into the desert. It was during this conversation with myself that I realized how big of a loon I am. Because as I was thinking about having to use the emergency air mask, I decided to put a handi wipe in my bra so if in fact I needed to handle such an air mask I could give it a quick wipe down.
After slapping myself back to reality I began a new conversation with myself which ended in a great debate;“would I actually be worried about the pink eye slime and rotavirus on the floating devises while the plane was attempting to land it’s cork screw nose dive?” or “would I allow my last moments to be free of germ dodging?”
This debate ended undecided.
The truth of the matter is, I honestly don’t know which of my fears would over ride the other.
For now I’ll just stuff my undergarments with sanitizer and wet wipes while I chant “I am content and at ease with the smooth and safe plane ride I am so blessed to enjoy”. Are you hearing me Universe? I am content and at ease!
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