I've never flown before. Okay, not true. I've flown before to Florida for my Granny's 80th birthday. That was eight years ago, though, and I can't remember a single bit of it. So, it's basically like I'm going to be flying for the first time, right?
Anyway
I'm flying ALONE. For the first time.
Now, my significant other did this for me for the first time back in June when he stayed with me all summer. Now it's my turn. I'll be leaving for Ireland for the FIRST TIME on December 15th to stay for three weeks. It'll be our first Christmas spent together in person! Even though that's super exciting news, my fear has been getting the best of my excitement lately. Honestly, my fear doesn't even come from the actual flight. It comes from the thought of being in and figuring out the airport by myself for the first. It comes from the thought of meeting and staying with his family for the first time. It comes from being in a different country, being the outcast, for the first time. It comes with being away from my mom and my four year old brother for more than a week for the first time. There's a lot of firsts that's coming from this trip. I keep telling myself that Aaron did the same for me, and if he can do it because he loves me then I can do it because I love him. However, fear is a very powerful emotion and I can't always overcome that - especially with my anxiety issues.
Any suggestions on how I can tame this fear and see this as an adventure and not a doomsday? I just keep thinking that what can go wrong, most definitely will.
Anyway
I'm flying ALONE. For the first time.
Now, my significant other did this for me for the first time back in June when he stayed with me all summer. Now it's my turn. I'll be leaving for Ireland for the FIRST TIME on December 15th to stay for three weeks. It'll be our first Christmas spent together in person! Even though that's super exciting news, my fear has been getting the best of my excitement lately. Honestly, my fear doesn't even come from the actual flight. It comes from the thought of being in and figuring out the airport by myself for the first. It comes from the thought of meeting and staying with his family for the first time. It comes from being in a different country, being the outcast, for the first time. It comes with being away from my mom and my four year old brother for more than a week for the first time. There's a lot of firsts that's coming from this trip. I keep telling myself that Aaron did the same for me, and if he can do it because he loves me then I can do it because I love him. However, fear is a very powerful emotion and I can't always overcome that - especially with my anxiety issues.
Any suggestions on how I can tame this fear and see this as an adventure and not a doomsday? I just keep thinking that what can go wrong, most definitely will.
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