People change. They do. I think it has largely to do with perspective. What may have seemed important, or daunting, or incredibly impending…. may not really look that way any longer. Yes.  Things evolve.  People adjust.  I think I have even changed a lot in my life time.

One little for-instance: Not so long ago, I did not like to fly. I did not like to be high up in the sky. Sometimes I would cry.  Sometimes I would sigh.  But only if I had to fly up in the sky. (I was sounding a little Dr. Seuss-ish there….. and it turned out to be a whole bunch of fun….so I ran with it.)

But back to the point. I used to be terrified of flying. Petrified. Then one day. Presto. Change-o. No more fear of flying. (Not sure what snapped, crackled, or popped there….but it did.)

Now I have to say I really like to fly (in airplanes). Sitting by the window is best. I love to look out… far and wide… over the clouds.  And  from there, I can glance about, from time to time, and see all the little houses, and all the tiny roads with mini-cars inching down them ever so slowly. I imagine the little people that must be in those itsy-bitsy places, and wonder about their little lives. From up high, in the wild blue yonder, everything underneath seems very small and terribly insignificant.  Miniscule.

Which further reminds me… that for the most part…… it really is insubstantial compared to the greater scheme of things. When we are down here on the ground, everything seems very large, and right in our midst. But up there, where you are floating, soaring, moving through the air at 600 miles per hour, nothing on the ground seems that big or important. Not one thing…..  ……. .. …..

Except for landing, of course.