Travel Jitters

I love to travel, but I hate to fly. Duh, I know statistically it is safer than driving, but I'm more of an open road type. Feet on the ground, thank you. Fortunately my love of experiencing new things, trumps my fear of flight. And I really appreciate that our upcoming trip to Albuquerque will be three hours instead of 16.

But I will be anxious. Very. What is difficult and embarrassing to admit is that my anxiety has grown so much worse since becoming a mom. I worry too often that something will happen to us and Audrey will be left without parents. (Geez, I love that kid something crazy.) I don't think this is normal. But I don't think it is something meditating is going to fix either.

So, say a prayer and fly girl, fly!

{Flickr: San Diego Air & Space Museum Archive}