It never gets old. Ever.
I’m like a kid eagerly anticipating take off, on my way to Disney World for the first time. Each and every time.
You know how teachers, mentors or coaches will tell you to pay attention to the things you get excited about in life because, often, those are the things you should be doing for a living? How the hell do I get a job where I literally just fly for a living? Sign me up!
I’m currently 35,000 feet in the air on my way to Detroit to see the hubster. I think this is only my 11th or 12th flight of the year and man, I’m still just as excited for my Biscoff cookie as I was on my first flight of the year.
The whole process around flying gets my adrenaline pumping. Getting to the airport while the sun reaches it’s way to the morning sky, illuminating it with pink flairs. Hearing those first few jet engines zoom overhead as you leave the parking garage. The smell of jet fuel and early morning rain. The beeps and stamps and checks as you make your way through security. Grabbing your coffee to just sit and people watch…and giggling to yourself as people gather around the gate way too early. That? That’s my jam!
If you think about it, flying is absurd.
You lift these objects weighing hundreds of tons, and hurl them through the air at hundreds of miles an hour, to arrive at a destination often thousands of miles away only a few hours later!
I mean, is anyone else geeked out by this?
I hope I never lose this sense of wonder.