I'm ready to start my travel plans. No disaster movies for the next two weeks, no conversations about the Bermuda Triangle, and no news stories about airline problems or recalls or groundings. Maybe make that no news programs at all; it would be safest. Meditation and Ativan. There-that should do it.
When all else fails, make sure to have a seat that's going to be first in line for the drinks cart so I can grab a double rum and coke, or two.
I've done everything I can think of to learn to accept heights and flying. I jumped out of an airplane-twice. I got my pilot's license. I was working on the assumption that fear retreats when you face it head on but that apparently is not always the case. None of it did a thing for my fear.
My phobia even travels into my writing. Maddie in Northern Lights is afraid of flying. So is Abby in Island Charms. I didn't consciously set out to make them phobic, but once I started their stories they both came and whispered into my ear that they were afraid of flying.
So, now it's time to gird my loins (or is that only a masculine feat) and prepare for take-off. Wait a minute. What about hypnotism? I wonder if that would help. Everything is going to be fine. It is safe to fly. Repeat after me. It is safe to fly. It-is-safe-to-fly......