Flying was a huge part of my life for a very long time, I was a flight attendant for 5 years, got my license when I was 19 and flew until I was 26 years old. I flew for 3 different companies and was employed by 4.
I had a dream and flying in the air in a metal tube was THAT! Lol.
I love the feeling of floating in mid air and defying all the laws of gravity.
I love being in control and knowing that if something had to go wrong, I would be the one who knew what to do and how to save lives and how to make people smile.
Enough about flying now! Lol.
I feel like this journey is very much like a flight from Durban to Johannesburg (South Africa), its a crazy rush, where you don’t even know your name let alone what 186 passengers want to drink or where their seat is. You have to look after the safety and comfort of 186 people and the crew and your flight deck. Simply put… It is crazy!!!
And I feel like this is kind of like that!
I found out I have the BRCA gene and met with the surgeon and made the appointment for a freaking double mastectomy and have to go through all of this and juggle life and be understanding to those around me, whilst having my sister go through chemo and have her surgery and and and. Holy shit! (excuse my language) but this all feels like a crazy ass flight to me.
There is an up and a down to this journey and a whole lot of turbulence in between!!!
I am staying positive that no matter what happens between take-off to landing, that I will get to my destination safely and happily 🙂 (I’m loving this aviation analogy)