“We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us.”
~The 12-Step Promises
“My mind is quiet, calm, and deeply still. All tension is released and the great inner peace flows out through every nerve.”
I Never Looked at It Like That Before
On airplanes large or small, I go to any lengths for an aisle seat. Probably left over from my drinking days when I was restless, fidgety, and impatient. Not to mention the need for frequent bathroom trips from the steady stream of liquids I consumed. Nor my passive/aggressive emotions toward any seat mates I had to climb over.
No room for error in aisle seat attainment.
So I felt relaxed and confident on my recent flight with my boarding pass securing seat 27F which I had personally selected from the diagram on the screen. Once on board, I hoisted my carry-on into the overhead compartment and arranged my magazines and snacks in my area. As I settled in, a family of 5 converged on my row and began divvying up the 3 kids with the 2 adults. There were 3 seats on either side of the aisle.
All 10 of their eyes locked on me after each of their boarding passes were checked. “What’s your seat number?” the mom asked politely.
“I’m 27F. Aisle,” I emphasized. The oldest kid pointed to the diagram, and sure enough, F was the window seat.
Feeling a tinge of anxiety, I heard myself say, “That doesn’t seem right. I always get an aisle seat.” The dad confessed he was craving the window seat, and we momentarily discussed switching. But the aisle seat would leave me smack in the midst of their family. I imagined items being passed back and forth across the aisle, therefore across my lap and face.
I had to face reality. Window seat, here I come.
Immediately, I discovered the window is the perfect place to focus and physically lean into when not feeling chatty on the outside, yet inwardly having an expansive monologue.
Once airborne, beautiful patterns began to take form on the landscape below. Dozens of the puffiest white clouds hung seemingly at arm’s length. I couldn’t recall experiencing this as a sober person. Winding waterways snaked through jagged mountain ranges; beautiful and peaceful panoramic scenery in every direction.
Soon came the icing on the cake. The pilot announced “Passengers on the right side of the cabin, [which included 27F] we are flying right over Yosemite and the view is crystal clear.” This was amazing – my favorite place. I could clearly identify El Capitan and clearly make out Half Dome but from an angle I’d never seen before.
I turned to the family to share this moment, and invite them peek out my wonderful window. But they were engrossed in their snoozing or electronic games or phones and didn’t even glance up. I didn’t get the chance to tell them that I was having a transformational moment, nor to thank them for being a part of it.
Aisle seat addiction released. Next time I fly I just may race for a window seat. The world is gorgeous.
What preferences do you have that could actually be limiting?
Are you comfortable mixing things up or do you prefer consistency and continuity?
What’s something you saw from a different angle (literally or figuratively) that shifted your point of view?
In gratitude, harmony, and support,