Don’t take the aisle seat

I haven’t been able to enjoy this view in over 4 years.

Are you an aisle or windows seat flyer?

I used to always be a window seat flyer. I would love my space, enjoy the view outside and sleep up against the window.

After having my daughter 4 years ago, I started having anxiety about situations and claustrophobia about my surroundings. If I’m stuck in traffic on a crowded highway, have a middle seat in a large theatre, a window seat of an airplane- any situation where I can not stand up and breathe easily and quickly- I have an anxiety attack.

Hormones and motherhood are no joke.

Your body and it’s internal make up change.

Anxiety was something I never really had before, but man is it here now.

I took that window seat for granted before. It was something I loved and would pay extra for.

I didn’t realize it as much until my recent flight to Colorado. The plane was about a quarter full and I found myself the single passenger of the exit row with the option of any seats to choose from.

I naturally found myself at the aisle seat. But man, with no one else in the way, I could see out the window and watch the sky pass by. I moved to the window seat for the first time in 4 years and it was amazing. I didn’t let my anxiety consume me. I had the ability to move to whatever seat I wanted.

This holiday season there is all kinds of anxiety and stress over life. Watch what you say around family, don’t talk politics, hide in a guest bedroom to breastfeed, bribe your kids to play nice with family they may hardly see, stress about the lack of nap time for littles, the crazy traffic to get anywhere, the desire for the perfect meal, the insane chaos at the grocery store…. Man the list goes on.

Why do we do it?

We let the anxiety of the situation build up and consume us.

Take a deep breathe and choose what’s best for you.

Don’t let the situation control you.

Don’t let the anxiety control you.

You can control the situation.

Don’t take the aisle seat, when the window seat is wide open.

Until Next Time,

Almond Girl Jenny