Thin Air

Brad recently sent an article that was in one of the airline magazines about an author that reacts to 38,000 feet the way I do.  Can you say CRAZY? 

Yeah, this author totally stole my thunder.

I've been taking from ribbing from my brothers about the impact of elevation and planes has on my psyche.  How, at 38,000 feet I get a different perspective that, well, changes my perspective.  It also changes my pace.  Even though I'm traveling at 500 miles an hour it seems like the world is moving slower.  The landscape definitely moves slower from that elevation.  It's just a cool experience, assuming you aren't running into turbulence.

So the article just pointed out how the change in perspective changed the author's perspective and provided him time from his "hustle and bustle" daily life to think about where he came from, where he is, and where he's going.  I particularly liked the end where, much like I experience, the wheels touch down, everyone turns back on their smart phones, and the world goes right back to it's old and hectic pace.  Time is up, stick a fork in the experience, it's OVER.

Crazy how flights do that to me but it sure was comforting to know that I'm not the only one that is impacted in this way. 

So until I'm on a plane again (which actually is pretty soon) I'll just keep having 'ground zero' thoughts, pounding out my 'to do' list, and trying to keep up with what is my daily life.  Little reflection allowed.