Before my terrible fear of flying, I had managed to see a good portion of the world. The Caribbean, Europe, and much of the U.S. It was a trip back from skiing in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, five years ago that did me in. Unbelievable turbulence over the Rocky Mountains. The kind where the plane hits an air pocket and drops several hundred feet. Scared the holy shit out of me and the rest of the passengers on that flight.
After that event, something in me changed and now I refuse to get on a plane. I did manage to get to the Dominican Republic two years ago, but only by being heavily medicated with Valium. The bullshit and anxiety prior to going to the D.R. was almost too much to withstand. Vomiting, the shits, panic attacks, etc. It is not worth the crap that I put myself through.
This fear has not stopped my wanderlust though and I long to travel somewhere far away. My recent trips have been solely by car.
I am so mad that my fear is holding me back. I have this longing, almost an ache, to go to Ireland. It is the land of my people, many generations back. I feel like I belong there and if I were to go, I feel that I would not return to the U.S., rather make my home on the Emerald Isle.
I think about Ireland at night and wonder what it would be like to be there. I can see the green rolling fields, lively pubs, smiling people, fields of sheep, and hear words spoken in that lilting brogue that sounds like laughter. I am Irish and I look Irish. Pale skin, wistfull blue eyes with a hint of merriment. I can also pass the blarney with the best of them.
How much valium would it take to get me there? Online fear of flying courses have been of little help. I have gone so far as to seek a flying coach. Someone who would fly with me and soothe my panic. All on my dime of course.
Much of my life and actions are based on fear. This is something that is becoming more and more unacceptable to me. There is so much to see and do and I feel that I am wasting my potential by being afraid.
If I were not afraid I would:
Sing in public
Fly around the world
Maybe leave my spouse
Get a tattoo
Live in another part of the world for at least a year
Accept my body as it is and love it for what it is
Tell people who really offend me to fuck off
Get back on skiis
Dye my hair red
Go to NYC by myself
Get a nose job
Fuck a dangerous man
Stop being anonymous
Go topless at the beach
Stop worrying about the "what ifs"
Ireland and the rest of the world is calling me. Question is, will I heed the call?