Baggage

This week I did a little exercise in weights and balances for my now flight instructor. I liked the exercise - it's always fun to show off those things you're good at - especially just right now as I wrestle with building my right seat skill set! Later in the week I had the opportunity to shuffle baggage around - just to tidy it up a bit. Later we picked up a hunting dog and a couple of passengers. Third leg is where I'm trying to get to because I noticed something that I think is interesting. We dropped off one hunter and pick up the wife and two children of the other hunter. The wife/mom is not enthusiastic about flying. She was quite anxious. I thought to ask her where she wanted the children's "go bags" and booster seats. I thought giving her control of something would be soothing for her. I think it was. She wanted to know exactly where all her baggage was. She was very concerned about her baggage. Her anxiety was expressed with a need to fuss with her baggage....

Last night I woke up thinking about baggage. Emotional or personal baggage.

We pack up our baggage and haul it around. I think no one can see mine...I try to keep it packed up - stowed out of sight. Does the weight of my burden show ... around the eyes ... near the heart?

"The Real Me" ~Natalie Grant

Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

[Chorus:]
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me...

Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me

Sweet. Last night I thought about lost baggage - I get on this airplane but my baggage gets loaded on a different one and disappears. Wouldn't that rock! Or maybe I could minimize my baggage - day trip - carry on only - that type of thing. I am fretting about some of my baggage. I think I have everything all packed up - "OCDelineated" in to tidy little piles and zippered into compartmentalized pockets of my psyche ... . Nobody journeys baggage free. Somedays we carry our own, somedays we help those around us carry theirs other days they may help us carry ours. Seems like it comes down to weights and balances.