I travel on airplanes a lot. Or at least I did before two weeks ago! Usually, my primary focus is on whether I can get a coffee refill and how much longer I can procrastinate doing work. So, basically, exactly the same as when I’m home minus the barking dog.
A big gust of turbulence can quickly change everything.
A bumpy ride doesn’t scare me, but it does refocus me, shifting my attention to the fact that I’m actually sitting in a tin can flying at 200 plus miles per hour 40,000 feet in the air and that there are other human beings with me. On the rare occasion we drop altitude suddenly, the worst-case scenario of plummeting out of the sky seems like a real possibility.