Whenever I’m about to fly, I always get slightly nervous. I’m not too sure what about, but its just a range of things. The thing is, I don’t really have anything to be nervous about a lot of the time. It’s this sense of just not knowing what’s going to happen, even though I already know what’s going to happen. It’s really strange, and yet it happens every time before I go for a trip.
I try to do a few things to mitigate my nerves: I have my packing list gone through multiple times; I look through my packed things a few times just to double and triple check what I have; I even assure myself I can buy the things I might need easily, and there’s no real reason to worry.
I go through my itinerary a few times, and I have my PDFs of all my travel documents accessible and ready to go. Documentation is another cause for concern but there’s actually nothing really to be afraid about because it’s all cleared too.
I think about my absence and if there’s any need to prepare colleagues or team mates about anything, but they’re all settled, and I’m contactable most of the way through.
I project expenses, and everything is budgeted perfectly. I also usually have contacts on ground, just in case money goes missing, or if anything perilous happens to me. Not that I’m expecting anything to, but I know things are covered.
And yet, I still have this weird fear of a trip, any trip.
As a Christian, I actually pray out loud for a bit. I know there are many things out of my control, but it does help me to know I’ve gotten this far safely already because of God’s providence, and I just pray that He continues to take care of me in the time ahead. It might sound silly, but some things are really not in our hands. It is good to know who’s hands it’s in. (Thankfully not mine)
I write this just to note how human I am right now, just feeling a bit out of place. Excited, afraid, and a few other things. Happy too for sure. Just a bit out of it.
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