Leaving

Well, not yet, but in about 20 hours. This time to Maryland. I'm looking forward to it. I wasn't always like this. Travel on a plane used to require practicing relaxation exercises and a good-sized dose of Ativan. No more! Nowadays, I have Shilo with me, and he helps me to stay relaxed enough to handle any flight.  He knows how to help me find my "Happy place" and I stay calm till we are in the air. Then, as we're landing, he does it again, and again, I manage to do fine till we are getting off the plane.

My fear of flying has nothing to do with my acrophobia.  No, once I'm in the air on a plane I'm fine. It's the takeoffs and landings. The rumbling, shaking and noise frightens me. I'm just kind of strange that way. Put me on the top of an 8 foot ladder and I'm petrified. Put me in an airplane at 5000 feet and I'm a happy camper. Put me anyplace with Shilo by my side, and I can conquer the world.

This is just another reason why I Love him.