At the beginning of November, I flew to Houston to visit some very good friends and I did it all by myself.
I was worried and early and was at my gate literally within minutes of arriving. I started to think my possibly slightly big bag was going to get me in trouble and then I sat in the middle seat… both ways.
All in all, it went well. Until the flight home when I discovered I get sick sitting in the back of the plane.
No puke, but man, I was worried.
During the trip, I wandered outside in the BEAUTIFUL, warm weather with my camera, finally captured a picture of a butterfly, got two tattoos I couldn’t afford, watched the Vikings game (yay for streaming), and spent much need time with an old friend.
It was an experience I needed both to relax and to realize.
I had a sneaking suspicion that my dealing with anxiety was going better than ever, but this trip confirmed it and boy, confidence does wonder for the mind.