It can be a blessing and also a curse, but I spend an absolutely obscene amount of my time in an airplane and probably 2/3rd of the time I am flying by myself. While it is a blessing to be able to be in so many different cities in a week because of air travel, it is also a lonely damn place to spend day in and day out.
Sure, the pilots are on the plane with me, but traveling solo can in many ways be a form of solitude. No matter whether you are having a good day or a bad day, once you pass through the clouds you always see blue skies and sunny days. Another thing I love about flying is the weather can be total garbage below you, but up in the air it is always great.
Flying alone gives me time to work, time to think, and also time that moments of my life are ticking away. But at the end of every day, there is always a beautiful sunset that makes you smile back out the window and think about life and how amazing it is to watch the sunset from 30 something thousand feet. With all the chaos, phones, texts, emails, problems that you have to deal with on a minute-by-minute basis in your day, there is nothing like ending your day with that great big fire ball in the sky as it sinks across the horizon and fades below the earth.
There is an old saying that reads “everything isn’t always sunshine and roses,” but at least for me most days, there is sunshine.