Writing this while on an airplane with lots of turbulences. Earlier this year I went to Japan and on my flight back home I had a terrible experience with turbulences and the airplane dropping a few feet which felt more like thousands of them. I thought that was it.
Now we are having these turbulences again. I’m sure one day something will happen. I hope this day doesn’t come, but somehow I’m having a fear of not wanting to fly ever again. But the more fearless side of my brain says I should continue and fight this fear, not be afraid of being scared.
How though? Experiences mark our life. Our life are full of marks left by experiences that make us stop doing things because we had a bad first try.
For now I have at least seven flights before I head back home. That means chances are high.