I had a strange experience on my flight leaving L.A. two weeks ago. I sat looking out as we climbed above the clouds. My usual methods of distraction remained tucked under the seat in front of me as I soaked in the sight of mountains becoming mole-hills and lakes reduced to puddles below. My heart overflowed with how beautiful and simple it all was way up there. I had been pondering how to work through some difficult things going on in my world. Things that seemed just too hard, too big for me to figure out and work through. And I thought to myself, it doesn't have to be so big, so hard.
Perspective is an amazing tool. We can learn to see what is really happening without the shading of the stories we tell ourselves. What is the big picture? What are the facts? If I can reduce situations down to just the bare bones truth, often I learn that my own personal mountains have been minimized as if I've climbed to a safe altitude.
The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign.
It's now safe to move about the cabin.