Okay, I'm on lunch break (or given that it's night "dinner") and I have mroe time to post.
Well T.T. I don't know if it was guts or whatever came over me to actualy consider flying in the first place.
Maybe it could even just be,that life gets boring (and I mean "BOR-ING!") after a great while of letting fear stand in the way of things that can be enjoyable. I'm not saying I had a jubuliant flight but I simply "just did it".
Like that expression "Just Do It" y'know? I used to think that was just some expression that young people made up as an excuse to do dumb things but in this case it's actually a truth.
Maybe also the added incentive of an enjoyable weekend too. Given what a nice time I had,i most assuredly would be kicking myself ten-fold,had I not done this...scared as I was.
I have a great feeling of pride in myself for doing so and appreciate how happy I am,knowing that I came home to my family.
I did have that "kid" kind of thing where you feel,"I'll never see them again" and I was somewhat sad heading to CA but once I touched ground there and then here,I knew God had been my co-pilot.
I gave my brother the hugest hug! LOL! I will hugely hug my other brother & Mom Saturday when I see them.
As for the post on Brink's PC,I tried to post it twice but it wouldn't go. She someho retrieved it and got it to go through in her acount. Thanks Deb!
......For everything.