Flying the Happy Skies

I experienced a major breakthrough this week -- one that had me so happy that I had to share my joy with a total stranger who, quite frankly, was a little freaked out by my exuberance. (Hey, it happens.)

To understand what happened and why this was a big deal for me, I have to take you back to this time last year.

I had been doing a lot of speaking across the country -- travel that necessitated hoping on and off quite a few airplanes.

During one of these trips, I discovered, to my horror, that I couldn't get the two halves of the seatbelt to meet across my belly.

I had heard about the dreaded seatbelt extender. But knowing that such a thing exists and having to actually ask the flight attendant to let you borrow one are two different matters entirely.

I felt like every single person on the airplane was staring at me when I was forced to make that request.

Now fast-forward to this week. I needed to take a flight to a journalism conference in Nashville. For days before my flight, I kept thinking about the seatbelt extender -- wondering if I would need one when I took my seat onboard the plane.

I need not have worried. The three inches I have lost off my hips since the beginning of the year made all the difference: I was able to snap the two halves of the seatbelt together.

I have to tell you: that click made a beautiful sound. 

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
— Lao Tzu