A recent trip to the sunny Caribbean brought me the usual amount of excitement, not all of it the positive sort. It is normal for me to be stressed about flying, and this time was no different. Once on our way, and far up into the sky, I eventually let go of any kind of pseudo control I pretended to own, and put my life squarely into the hands of a human being I knew absolutely nothing about. When there is no way to change or control a situation you are left with no choice, – none – but to accept it. And so that`s what I did. I buried my fear in my back pocket, and did my best to forget where I was. Not an easy task when the monitor in front of me insisted on keeping a running tab of our speed and altitude. The speed; very fast, and the altitude; very very high, fairly interrupted my illusion. Not appreciated, I must say. I`m never sure which is worse; the take-off or the landing. I guess that`s because I despise them equally. The blanket of night is always a slight blessing when you are about to land since you can`t see anything. But then there`s that monitor making sure I keep well informed, again and again..
The holiday was good and soon the time came to climb aboard our return flight. But wait; a glitch.. Suddenly, the boards showed a 70 minute delay for our flight. Suddenly, a monsoon appeared. And suddenly, sensationalist stories about all manner of potential catastrophes abounded and surrounded me. What is it with French Canadians (ok, I am one of them :)), with their hyper exaggerations of impending doom? This I did not need. My over-active and phobic brain is quite capable of conjuring up its own list of little horrors. One couple had us stranded at the airport until the next day (due to the “monsoon”). Another said we would be re-directed to Toronto, as Montreal airport was closed due to bad weather. Still others said the delay was much longer than we were being told. There were even stories of our situation being reported on the 10:00 news..what??
I pondered all of this, deconstructing each supposed disaster. Hadn`t it rained just as hard yesterday and the day before? No talk of monsoons then. Hadn`t I checked Montreal`s weather that very morning? Nothing out of the ordinary. And a 70 minute flight delay, although very annoying, hardly seemed extreme..
Of course the “monsoon” cleared within an hour, the plane arrived as advertised, and we flew directly to Montreal. No disasters, no doom, no drama.
I find it all very interesting and like most situations in life, there was a lesson to be learned. What did I learn from this? That when you are embarking on a journey, you must never listen to the negativity of others who likely do not understand. They may try to change the direction of your destination or worse yet, attempt to instill fear and doubt. You need only listen to your own voice and it will guide you through your journey. It can be trusted.
How`s that for turning a flight delay into a life lesson about the journey towards self-actualization 🙂