“Been on about 12 flights in the last three weeks or so.”
Man nods at me and asks how many nights that works out to be, so I close my eyes for a moment and respond “13.”
He says that is a lot and I nod my head.
“Yeah, 13 nights and 14 days away from home in a short time has left me feeling a little bit like I am hanging on by more than a thread but not with the sort of grip I want.
Can’t decide how well I am doing and it irritates me because I want to feel like I have a far stronger grip on things.
Thing is that I might be farther along and more secure than I recognize but I hesitate to accept it because I don’t want to be unnecessarily cocky about it.
Don’t want to let insecurity take over because I don’t think that is accurate either, but some times it feels like I am closer to there than I want.
One day at a time, one day at a time.