Is in-flight mindfulness the right tool to soothe the fear of flying?
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I feel sorry for anyone stuck sitting next to me on a flight (usually my wife). I am not, in general, particularly great on airplanes. Something about the combined indignities of airport security (stand in line, take your shoes off, get a pat down, put your shoes on, stand in another line) coupled with my body’s atavistic rejection of being 30,000 feet above ground turns me into a white-knuckled wreck the moment my plane hits the slightest hint of choppy air. I know airplanes are safe. I know the anxiety is entirely in my head. But try as I might, I simply can’t relax on airplanes.