I’m afraid to fly.
My brother is a pilot. Two two are un-related, I find them simply amusing.
I write a blog that talks about how ridiculous it is that we accept so many road crashes as acceptable because 80% of them are preventable.
I spin, I self-medicate, I hibernate(my go to) to avoid my fears.
The only arena of my life where I have never allowed fear to guide me or hinder me has been my passion for pursuing directing, producing and/or writing.
So one week from now I will probably hardly sleep a wink.
Not because of the show but because of a stupid fear.
And so I will medicate and I will get on the plane and Jessica will laugh at and with me and when the wheels touch down I will be thrilled and head straight for a coffee shop.
I just know that it’s the one are of my life I haven’t stopped listening to my intuition because my fear isn’t allowed to guide me there.
Of course I’m worried about leaving my kids for a week.
Worried about so many things.
But I worry when I’m here with them too.
I can’t wait to get there and re-connect with my more fearless younger self and see people who remind me of that self.
Lucky for me, a ton of my college girlfriends will be making the show.
I know a lot of our cast mates have old friend coming in too.
So, a week from now I might not be sleeping
but it will be worth it.
So worth it.