Now that I’m a flight attendant I realize just how short life really is. I’ve never been afraid of flying, my favorite part is take off, which surprisingly is one of the most critical phases of flight. To quell, some of the fears that are usually under the surface, I’ve started capturing as many moments as I possibly can. I take photos with my crew, with the airplane, when I’m seeing the city I’ve flown into, with passenger if they love me enough. I truly understand now, that life is what you make it, so I’m trying to make mine the best ever.
What, if any, was the moment you realized life didn’t stretch on as far as you believed? And how did you remedy that?