happy 1EG friday!!
ms. frizzle! i just realized i forgot to add her little lizard friend..
last week, i officially booked a flight across the country...completely alone. my new years resolution this year is to look at and experience life in a new way. okay, so i'm lying and i don't actually make new years resolutions.. but at the very start of the new year, i made the decision to focus on and further my independence, as well as to force myself to be more spontaneous and willing to experience literally everything that comes my way. what better way to do both, than to fly, by myself, 3000 miles away. the reason i write this isn't to acknowledge my immense fear of flying and the several panic attacks i've neared flying even while comforted by the people i love at my side. i write this because i am absolutely clueless as to how i'm going to attempt this having physical limitations. oh, the fun of having a disability. how do i carry my bags? how do i get on and off the plane? what do i do if i have to pee mid-flight? when i get there... then what?
basically, what it comes down to is, who's going to take care of me? that sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it's pretty much been the story (and question) of my life. i'm beyond excited (and horrified) to tackle this little obstacle. it's kind of like a stepping stone to the greater independence i'm striving for. i think it will be empowering and exhilarating to realize i can start taking care of myself and do certain things that i previously thought (and feared) to be nearly impossible.