Chasing planes: Why Your Dream Hasn’t Gotten Off the Ground
I pass an airport on a regular basis.
I love watching the planes take off. My mother traveled constantly when I was growing up (many times taking me with her), and there was always a sense of adventure and possibility when we went to the airport.
I got my first passport at 5, and when I was 6, I got my Pan Am wings because I flew by myself for the first time.
In my mind, I was pretty much a superstar. I love flying.
That was until recently.
A few years ago, my mother had the opportunity to learn the ins and the outs of aerodynamics. She loves flying too, and told me about the power that is necessary to get a plane off the ground.
“Did you know that it weighs 100 tons, EMPTY??” she said, even more enamored with the miracle of modern transportation.
Wow, I thought, Cool!!
Then I got older.
Life does something funny to you as you experience more things.
You lose your sense of wonder and awe. You know how things are done, and the miracle of how things work together is sometimes lost. I didn’t realize that until I got on a plane recently.
I had a panic attack.
I’ve been flying since I was in my mother’s arms. What the…?
It happened again and again. I am a pretty reasonable person with a strong belief system, and that’s what got me through it.
Finally, after some deep reflection, I realized the fear wrapped around knowing just how much weight was coming off the ground. And just how much could go horribly wrong. That’s the stuff that stops us.
Yes, things can go horribly wrong when you throw everything into what you’re passionate about. Things go horribly wrong when you live a mediocre life too.
The most dangerous times during a flight are take-off and landing. That’s when the plane is the least aerodynamic. And so the pilot stores the wheels as soon as they clear the runway.
We take a step forward and we keep our wheels down, waiting for the right reason to hit the ground again.
That’s the real reason you haven’t gotten off the ground. You’ve got to give up your wheels for your wings.
It will be bumpy when you start off. Get over it, and get off the ground.
Give up your wheels for your wings. The world is waiting for you.
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Well said! Up, up and away!
There was something so authentic about this post. I’ve also been flying since I was a little girl and really still experience the wonder of it all. But I could see how this happened to you and the metaphor to life’s fear was perfect. Thanks for writing this. I’m feeling inspired tonight!
That’s what I hope for. Glad you found it.
This professor dreams big. Of course, he is of a Punchyish nature what else to expect huh?