So, I’m planning on going to the RWA National Conference in Dallas this year. The problem is that I live about 1,000 miles from Dallas. So, I can either spend about 18 hours in a car both ways –Â or I can fly.
I’ve never flown before. (Well, one time when I was three, but that doesn’t really count.) To say I’m nervous would be a severe understatement. Terrified. Petrified. Racing heart. Sweaty palms. Upset stomach. Three seconds away from a major freak out. That’s me when I think about flying.
In an attempt to overcome or at least lessen my fears, yesterday I went out to the Tri-Cities Regional Airport.Â MarketingÂ directorÂ Melissa Thomas was nice enough to walk me through the whole flying process, from arriving at the airport, to going through security, to actually getting on the plane. I also got to look inside a 30-seater plane, which was cool. A big thanks go out to Melissa and the airport. You guys rock!
I still don’t know if I can suck it up and get on a plane, though. Then again, I don’t want to spend the better part of a week driving either.Â My significant other wants to fly. He says we’ll have a drink before we get on, and everything will be fine.
Sure it will. Until I start hyperventilating and/or screaming and clawing at the door.Â He’sÂ threatened to bring along some duct tape to take care of those potential problems, but I think security might have a problem with that.
What about you? Anybody out there have any flying tips for me? Hate flying? Love it? Is it worth the hassle?Â Inquiring minds want to know …