I did not sleep much last night, just thinking about
the trip, the flight mainly. I understand that I am in God’s hands as I charge
through the sky in this large aircraft, but to step onto this piece of
machinery and trust that it will get you from one place to another place… is crazy.
As I have anticipated going to the Netherlands this week and put
off packing until the last possible minute, I realized that I am a
hypochondriac. I haven’t been focusing on the trip, but on my health. If I get
sick, we can’t go, so I have been worrying about my health more than anything. I have
convinced myself that I will get sick and we won’t be able to go, therefore, in
my mind, we’re not going.
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