This past weekend I flew to Fresno, California with a layover in Salt Lake City, Utah. I wrote this on the second plane ride during my descent into Fresno.
5 minutes before landing in Utah, I opened the airplane window and fell absolutely still. So still I felt my heart beating in my chest, the constant reminder of my own fragility.
The mountains stared back at me, majestic, full, strong, unyieldingly present.
I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing many beautiful parts of the world but I’m always in awe of the beauty of new places, the adventures awaiting me beyond the unknown.
As I look at these snow covered mountains, I’m grateful for perspective.
If I were below, I’d never know the beauty of being above and vice verse.
The houses scattered along the mountainside look like tiny Lego houses.
The cars moving down the road remind me of tiny little ants on very important missions.
Acres reduced to inches, all because of perspective.
The Introvert's Escape Maneuver 