Just Plane Anxiety: How to Deal at 35,000 Ft.

Planes, trains and automobiles. Besides being a great movie (so I’ve heard. I’ve yet to test that theory), this list is also ranked properly into the mode of transportation I have the most amount of anxiety over, to the least amount.

The first time I rode on an airplane, it was on a family vacation to California and Oregon to attend a church wide conference. My entire family went and it was a long flight. So long, in fact, that there was an in-flight movie. While I don’t remember what the movie was, I’m forever grateful to the guy sitting next to me for letting me borrow his listening device (I’m pretty sure this was before they started charging for headsets).

Strangely enough when we took off, I was excited and not at all scared, even though I do have a fear of heights (adding this to the list brings up closer to approximately 25 irrational fears that i have. Huzzah! 😛 )  I was nervous, but was fascinated as we ascended above the clouds. I don’t remember the return trip, but imagine it was just as mesmerizing.

Years passed before I took another flight. This time around I was acutely aware of what could go wrong. Mainly the risk of crashing since hijacking on board had all but disappeared. I had to fly back and forth when I was in college, so I developed some ways to keep the anxiety over disaster at bay.

1. Take a fun book with you and read it during take off and landing. If on a short flight, try to read the entire time. This is the current book I am reading and I intend to take it with me the next time I fly, just to get a reaction from the crew:

Photo on 2015-07-20 at 15.20 Get it? I’ll be flying and reading this book about flying….. 😀

2. Bring your Bible aboard or a small devotional. When you are anxious about flying, reading a Bible verse (I recommend the book of Psalms) can help to focus your attention and calm your nerves. There are several devotional books I recommend: My favorite is Our Daily Bread. It’s small enough to fit in your purse or carry-on, and one book contains a year of devotional entries. ODB also has an app you can download if you have limited space and a smart phone. The link to the app can be found at the website linked above. Another devotional type book is any Chicken Soup For the Soul book. While not specifically spiritual in nature, the book series offers inspirational stories to get your mind off of flying.

3. Pray. Ask Jesus to give you a smooth flight. And to calm your nerves and give you peace.

4. While you are praying, or instead of prayer, utilize deep breathing. Concentrate on each breath. Making sure each one is full and deep.

5. If you know you are a nervous flyer, As soon as you board, notify the crew. One of their jobs is to make sure you have a smooth flight. Knowing you are a nervous flyer, they’ll be able to focus on your comfort and make sure you have an enjoyable flight.

6. Lastly, if you are disabled, call ahead when you book your flight and let the airline know if you’ll need special assistance. In my years of flying I’ve found this to be especially useful in helping me to arrive at any connecting flight on time. I usually have a ground crew member meet me at the plane to help push me to my connecting gate. This is especially helpful in big airports where connecting gates are usually quite far from where flights land. Be aware of this if you are flying into the following large airports: Chicago O’Hare, Detroit, and Denver International.

Nervous flying is rough. Hopefully you’ll find these tips helpful. Remember, you are not alone!



*Turtle flying over a blanket of cauliflower or turtle injected with helium flying over clouds? You decide! Image appears courtesy of: http://funnyasduck.net/post/6078


LAFF on Saturday: Dear Coca-Cola, Define “Share”…..

The other day my husband Chad and I went on a date to the grocery store to pick up a few needed items. We happened to pass by one of those coolers of soda that is often located at the end of the checkout counter. This particular cooler had bottles of Coca-Cola inside with different people’s names on them. I opened the cooler and searched for my name. I didn’t find it, but I did find my husband’s name. So, I excitedly ran over and showed it to him. He put it in the cart, even though it was not on the list. 

Now I used to LOVE Coca-Cola. I used to drink it all the time, but as the years have gone by, I’m not as able to tolerate as much caffeine as I used to, so I don’t drink Coca-Cola that often. When we brought the bottle home, I had full intentions of sharing it, all 20 oz.’s, with Chad. This week has been extremely busy for the both of us, so the bottle has sat on our kitchen counter untouched. Until today. When I awoke this afternoon (seriously, don’t judge, it’s been a long week. I needed a day of nothing 😛 ) I saw the bottle of Coca-Cola on the counter, with a portion missing. I thought, “Great! Chad has had some. I can now drink the bottle.” So I did. Unashamed. It was only after the bottle was empty that Chad informed me that he hadn’t had any. “Oh crap!” I thought. Here Chad’s name was on the bottle and he didn’t have any. But there was good news. I saw a small amount in the bottom of the bottle. You know, the stuff that settles into those 4 protrusions at the bottom of the bottle? This was offered to him and he gladly drank it. So, in a way, I did share the coke with Chad, right? 😉


Photo on 2015-07-18 at 18.24
*photographic proof that I need a refresher on the definition of sharing! 😛

The World Needs More Miss Rumphiuses

Gun control. The Supreme Court decision legalizing gay marriage. Obama. Ferguson. There are tons of stuff out in the world today that we debate and fight over on a daily basis. These debates and fights can divide us to the point where friendships end, resentment builds and tempers flare. So how can we counter-act these volatile issues? It’s simple; we need more Miss Rumphiuses in the world.

“Who,” you may be asking, “is Miss Rumphius?” Excellent question. She is the focus of my all-time favorite children’s book of the same name, written by Barbara Cooney and published in 1982. “Miss Rumphius” tells the story of Alice Rumphius who from a young age has a goal of traveling to far-away places and living by the sea when she grows up. Her wise grandfather tells her that there is in fact a third thing she must do when she grows up. She must find a way to make the world more beautiful. When she grows up, she in fact does travel the world and settles down in a house by the sea. But she is still needing to make the world a better place. In the end, she walks along the country-side, scattering lupine seeds. As the wind carries the seeds, they settle in far-away places and when they eventually bloom, the landscape is filled with brilliant shades of purple, pink, blue and white. It is in a word; beautiful. Alice earns the moniker, “the lupine lady” and in the end is shown to teach the next generation about the importance of making the world a better place.

So how can we apply the lessons from this book in our own life? Simple. By extending kindness to everyone we meet. By volunteering with an organization you are passionate about. By baking a cake for your new neighbor, regardless of their sexual orientation. By planting flowers in the yards of folks that can’t do it themselves. By thanking a veteran for his service to our country, regardless of your politics.

My challenge to you this week is, anytime you see something negative, be it by social media or out in the 3-D world, you’d counter-act it by doing something nice for someone else. Let’s all do our part to make the world a better, more beautiful place.



*Miss Rumphius cover art appears courtesy: http://firefliesblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/miss-rumphius-cover.jpg

Sunday Donut Update…..

You all will be pleased to know that after several days of craving donuts, I finally got not one but two! Ok, technically they were cheese danishs but hey, I’m countin’ them. 😀 

So, here’s the thing guys, my upcoming week is going to be pretty intense. That being said, I’m not sure I’ll be able to blog. I’m gonna really try, but if you don’t see much activity here in the next week, don’t panic, I will be back to regular blogs the week after. In the meantime, check out a few of my friends. 

1. For humor blogs, check out: https://robynchristi.wordpress.com/ and http://problemswithinfinity.com/ (this one is a bit edgy with salty language)

2. If you are needing a little inspiration, go here: https://walkerkaty0.wordpress.com/ and https://thepersistentplatypus.wordpress.com/

So this next week, give some of my friends some blog love and I’ll see you back here next week. 



Well crap, I need another one! Image appears courtesy of: www.lolfactory.net   **burp** excuse me 😉 

Dear 20-Somethings: How NOT To Quit Your Job….And a Thank You! #100

I don’t know how it happened or what changed, and this is gonna make me sound super old….but it seems like young folks (I just aged myself again 😛 ) today don’t know how to quit a job. Whether it’s because the workload is too much, or they just realized the job wasn’t the right fit, bowing out of employment gracefully has become a lost art. So the following is a list of what NOT to do, followed by what TO do instead…..(and it’s a short list. This isn’t rocket science! 😛 )

1. NEVER quit your job as a no-call, no-show:
DO give it a month. If you then still can’t find something about the job you like, kindly let your boss know and…….

2. DO give a two-week notice, no matter what. My last job by the end I was barely hanging on mentally. I still go through anxiety when I think about my former place of employment and as a result haven’t been able to go back to pick up some paperwork that I’d otherwise need. Yeah, it was bad. But I told myself I was going to show my boss respect that I hadn’t gotten in return. So I gave a two-week notice as is common courtesy. Extending courtesy to those that you feel don’t deserve it is part of being a mature adult.

So there you have it! Oh and before I go, I have an announcement……

Do you know how many blogs I’ve done as of today?? No guesses? 100!! It’s weird to think I’ve done 100 entries here. I’ve written more in the last 5 months than I did in all my years in school. Crazy! So I want to say thank you!

Thank you to Jesus for placing this blog on my heart and giving me the words each day.

Thank you to my wonderful husband, Chad, for encouraging me to keep writing and for supporting this blog every step of the way.

Last but not least, I want to thank YOU for subscribing and reading this blog that’s become my little spot on the internet. I hope I’ve left you encouraged and inspired to live life to the fullest, even in the midst of anxiety. I don’t know how long this blog will continue, but I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Remember you are NEVER alone and are LOVED more deeply than you can imagine!



*meme demonstrating how important it is to hold your tongue at work appears courtesy: http://digitalb2b.ie/the-best-job-seeker-memes-of-all-time-part-2-by-siofra-pratt/

Unconscious Depression and Donuts…….

This morning as I woke up to my husband’s heavy metal alarm clock–hello 4:30am–he rolled over and kissed me, then asked if I was OK. Marveling at this new way of greeting me in the morning, I said I was. But why did he ask? “Because,” he said, “around 3:00am you were crying in your sleep.” Um, what? Yep. Sure enough. I blinked my eyes and my lashes were a bit damp. I had cried in my sleep. But why?

So I did a bit of research via Google this afternoon and up popped a diagnosis: I’m depressed. Well, NO DOY GOOGLE! 😛 I was first diagnosed with depression in high school, nearly 20 years ago, and have taken medication to manage it ever since. My depression manifests itself in several ways, but this morning was the first time “unconscious crying” made the symptom list.

The only thing i can think of that may have precipitated the crying this morning was a dream I had. Of course, I remember dreaming, but the substance of my dream is a bit foggy. It may have been that I was being chased by zombies. Or maybe I had a flashback to my previous job. But as I’ve scoured the internet today for answers, I think I have another explanation.

See, yesterday I had a craving for a donut. It came up suddenly and strong. And I happened to post about it on Facebook. Then it snowballed. I began seeing more things about donuts online. Probably due to Facebook’s creepy algorithm that tracks what you search for. So donuts began popping up everywhere online. Like Pavlov’s Dog, my mouth began to water each time I’d see that super sweet, round decadence. Unfortunately, we have no donuts at our house so I’ve had to deal with this craving without relief. My guess is that I went to sleep last night, craving a donut, and had a dream that all the donuts in all the world mysteriously became unavailable anywhere. Of course this would cause me to weep uncontrollably.

Have you ever cried in your sleep? Share your stories in the comments below.


*meme describing how I feel right now appears courtesy of my friend Connor Loyd 🙂

PS: I’d like to give a special shout-out to my sister Kathryn, whose birthday is today. Ironically we always celebrate her birthday by eating donuts.

It’s Inevitable…….

It’s inevitable that when you come home from a night out and look at your oldest furbaby’s face, that sometimes one of her eyes will be swollen and teary.

It’s inevitable that same night that the cat won’t be able to sleep well so that means you’ll have to somehow figure out how to sleep with a furry tail across your nose, and the south end of a cat’s butt trained directly on your face. Did I mention she usually has frequent bad gas?

It’s inevitable that night you’ll pray about what to do and decide to call the vet in the morning.

It’s inevitable that in the morning, you plan to call the vet but only after checking on the cat, but she is nowhere to be found. It’s inevitable that you call the vet anyway and make an appointment, telling the vet that she has been sluggish with no energy. 

It’s inevitable that after hanging up with the vet, you find the cat lying in a pile of clothes in the laundry basket by the bed. 

It’s inevitable that after hours of no energy and sluggishness, the cat somehow finds the will to keep living, and in a burst of energy tries to kick the snot out of the youngest. 

It’s inevitable that after you witness this, you wonder if going to the vet will be needed. 

It’s inevitable that you hope things are better tomorrow! 



*Cats that would fit in well with 19 Kids and Counting appear courtesy: www.snappypixels.com