O.K. I will admit it. Flying makes me a little nervous. I know that it is statistically safer than any other form of transportation and probably hundreds of thousands of people do it everyday. Plus, being an engineer, I know ALL of the reasons why it is safe and could explain to you the science behind every piece of the plane. Seriously, try me. Still, there is something about it to me that just doesn’t feel natural, whether it is a rational feeling or not.
But then I think of how much I love to fly. Especially since moving six or more hours away from everything I have ever known, I have enjoyed the luxury of flight. I have already flown four times in the four months I have been here in Baltimore. I love that I can afford to do that and also that technology has gotten us to this point.
But thinking even bigger picture, there are so many people who fly and whose lives are helped by it. Soldiers are carried back to their loved once within hours. People fly all around the world to conduct business and reunite with friends and family. Even en-route, strangers can become single-serving friends and provide interesting conversation while waiting to board the plane.
In the past year and a half, I have done a lot of other things that didn’t feel natural. I have reached out to amazing people online who I have things in common with, or maybe with whom I have nothing in common, save an interest in constant improvement. I have attended networking events where I knew no one and left with my pockets bursting with cards from promising contacts. After becoming disgusted with how I treated my body in my first 25 years on earth, I committed myself to a gym and personal trainer and have now dropped over twenty pounds in three months. I’m not trying to brag, the point is that all of these things were downright scary intimidating for me at first, but have helped me much more than I thought possible.
Sometimes the scariest, craziest, most unnatural actions and behaviors can yield the best results.