I’m on a plane! For the first time in … 18 months? Two years?
I haven’t actually looked back to see what my last trip was before CoVid. Maybe Australia?
In any case, I’m off to Seattle for a quick visit with Jason and Justin and to attend Northwest Pilgrims (Fara is keynote this year).
I’ve had a surprising amount of anxiety about this trip. Not so much about CoVid. It’s more that all of the parts of traveling I don’t like are blown up to huge proportions of angst in my brain since I haven’t had to deal with them in a long time.
But the lure of seeing friends is stronger than my anxiety.
Or, probably more accurately, my stubbornness outweighs my anxiety.
In any case, I’m through several of my (imagined?) hurdles and am about to take off.