2 years ago, after my 3rd son was born I got this crazy idea in my head. I wanted to fly… an airoplane and perhaps be a pilot when I grow up. I found a groupon for a flying class and before I knew it I was all signed up. The day before I got cold feet.. not about flying but by being alone in the sky with a strange man. I called up the school and asked if they had female instructors. They did! But I’d have to wait another week for her.
The wait was worth it as I met an amazing, inspiring, bad-ass female instructor. Together we pulled the airplane out of the hanger, checked all the fuel compartments in the wings. Next we squeezed in and I went for my first non-commercial flight. The takeoff was smooth, the view unbelievably breathtaking. The whole front was windows so I could see the entire world from up there. A bird’s eye view of earth is so much different than the linear view we have down here. I wondered if G-d peers down at us like that and sees us as little ants walking around and doing our business, but I know that He is everywhere, with us, around us and in us. What were most notable were bodies of water and the stones lining the cemeteries. The harbor tunnel was so cool from up high. Cars zoomed in and disappeared under water and then reappeared on the other side. I decided there and then that I wanted to be a pilot and that’s about when air sickness took over. Being sensory sensitive, the motion got me really unbelievably sick. I did all I could to stop myself from puking. We then landed the little bird of an airplane and my insides calmed down.
There is something incredibly powerful about being up in the sky, without any traffic, with only the birds, clouds and sun. It gave me the opportunity to look at the world through new and different eyes. The only thing that feels greater than flying is being grounded. I did abandon my pilot ambitions, but the experience was great.