When I’m on a plane, I love to do two things. I love to read, and I love to watch movies. Yeah, I know this is nothing new under the sun. But I’m going to tell you about it anyways.
When I’m on a plane, there are no distractions. Sure, I have the kids. Yes, they come by with drinks and food, and the pilot makes those quiet and, to be quite honest, incoherent announcements. But for the most part, being in the sky with the roar of the engines surrounding me, feels like I’m in my own personal bubble.
I can read books I have had sitting next to me on my night stand for months and haven’t been opened, and I can watch movies that I keep scrolling past on the “for rent” list without having to spend extra money on it. These are usually movies that are critically acclaimed, have won awards, are touted as the most influential movies of their time, but I can’t bring myself to watch them on a regular basis. Why? Maybe they’re too heavy. Maybe they’re too serious. Or maybe, I’m just in the middle of binge watching “Younger” for the fourth time and can’t be bothered to watch a three hour movie.
When I’m on a plane, I don’t typically pay for WIFI. The sound of voices gets muddled together in a low hum, the view outside tends to be a sea of fluffy white clouds for miles, and the thought of disconnecting and completely immersing myself in a story is always the most enticing thing to me. It’s my time to catch up on the stories I have been wanting and needing to see.
For me, it’s time to do a bit of research, to pay complete attention (minus the afore mentioned distractions) to one thing and one thing only, to not get on my phone to check Instagram while I’m watching the movie, to not worry that the kettle is boiling, or walk to the pantry for a procrastination snack.
The plane is my place of discovering a story I may never have given a chance if I hadn’t those few hours of perceived solitude.