I’ve flown a lot this Winter: its still not enough for me to get over my fear of turbulence. One bump strong enough to splash the ginger ale from my plastic cup onto the tray table in front of me and my mind goes racing: we are going down, making an emergency landing on water, and yet, ironically, it will be the fire from the engine explosion that they list as the cause of death. Its a horrible, horrible place to go…down that fear tunnel.
I’m trying not to do the same thing these days, with the turbulence of graduation (and the subsequent life decisions) upon me. I’m trying not to stare down the future through fear, but rather through faith. Faith that I can do whatever I put my mind too. Faith that opportunities exist around every bend. Faith in my life’s mission: to grow people’s dreams.
So here I am, on the verge of turbulence and holding on tight. Of course, there’s a soundtrack, and I’m grateful for that.