After a little more than a month being a van dweller, I hopped on a plane from Tampa to come back to my beloved state of New Hampshire. I’m here to celebrate my Mom’s 80th birthday and to attend our first IPPW meeting of the year.
I love flying, have logged on many a miles and love the window seat. I always explain to my fellow seat mates, I am the perfect window passenger as once I am settled, it is a rare I get up. It might take me a few minutes to get everything in order, but once I do, it is smooth sailing for me. I love to look out the window, so see everything that is going on, from Take Off to Touch Down, I enjoy the scenery.
However, for the past 6 years, most of the flying I have done has been with my husband Rick. He is a “Aisle Guy.” He loves the aisle for many reasons, but mostly because he is a 6 ft man and loves to stretch out his legs. With him on the aisle, I have become a Middle Seat Maven, to sit next to him. I used to hate the middle, but I developed a tolerance for it.
When you sit in the middle, you are in “no mans land,” with no control and no view. You are at the mercy of the window person (they are not all great passengers like me) and have to deal with being the passer of drinks and garbage to and from the flight staff. You can not look out the window, nor do you have the view of the aisle. You simply can see the seat ahead of you. Which is why I became a magazine/book plane reader. Not a bad life, but it was created from necessity instead of desire.
In the past month, I have also taken another plane trip; this time from Tennessee to California. Tennessee is where my husbands family reside. It was our first long stop on our van trip. California is where my daughter lives. Instead of driving all the way, we decided, it made more sense for me to to fly to see her for Christmas. Rick stayed in Tennessee and I ventured by myself. I had a window seat. I also read an entire 400 page book between the round trip. Hummmm. In other words, I never looked out the window.
Today, I’ve been in two planes for the journey, both window seats. For the first leg, I played several games of solitaire and soduko. I slept a bit and read an article in the airlines magazine about Jennifer Lopez. But it was the second plane where I had a my AH-HA moment. Nestled into my window seat, I paused to look out to see Philadelphia. It was a snow covered wasteland and I longed for the Florida palm trees. But wait a minute…
I started to remember who I was. I was a Window Girl, darn it. What had happened to me? I used to LOVE looking out the window, sometimes on clear days for most of the trip. And here I was back by the window…what was I doing?
Have you ever forgotten who you were? It is easy to do. I had become a Middle Seat Maven by default. I stopped looking out the window, not by my choice, but because I had to. Now that the choice was given back to me, I had neglected it. I had simply forgotten about it and didn’t remember who I was.
That’s when it hit me…how many other things had I loved to do, but had to give them up because of situations at the time. Times had changed (as they always do) and I could go back but had forgotten the sweetness they brought to my life. I spent most of the hour flight from Philly to Manchester looking out the window, loving every second of it. I found my Window Seat Girl. She was home.
How many times have the things we love to do temporarily stopped, but we forget to bring them back? I got to thinking about other things I had loved to do: sewing, walking, painting… all things that the phases in my life dictated I needed to put on it on hold. But no more. I am free to take them up again. What about you? If there something you used to love to do and for some reason you stopped. Is it time to re-embark on those pleasures again? I recommend you think about becoming your version of the Window Seat Girl again and find new joy in old favorites.