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Life on Standby


I am one of those extremely fortunate people who have friends that work in the aviation industry, and in their graciousness they have chosen to bestow their flight benefits upon me. With these benefits I get to fly standby, which means if there is an open seat on a flight I get to hop on that flight for extremely cheap, or even free. Sounds pretty amazing right? It is, but like with all things in life, not all is glitz and glam; there are ups and there are downs. As I was waiting at yet another airport, it occurred to me that there are some lessons I have learned flying standby that can be applied to life in general.

Here are a few things I have learned flying standby:

  • Sometimes you are lucky enough to experience life has a baller. Enjoy.every.second. Yeah, that first class ticket to Paris that cost me $300 instead of $9000 was amazing. I sipped champagne, used real cutlery and was so bewitched with my seat that turned into a bed that I didn’t sleep a wink over the Atlantic. One flight had me rethinking my entire life, and by the end of the flight I was ready to marry an old millionaire and carry a tiny dog around in my designer bag. Just kidding; kind of. Sometimes in life, you get lucky and it is easy to ruin the moment by thinking “geez, I wish I could travel like this ALL the time”- well, you can’t, so enjoy it for what it is and don’t let preoccupation with the future ruin the here and the now.
  • To have the humility and patience to deal with life when you are not treated like a VIP baller. Because you are not a paying passenger there are certain airline employees that can feel like they can improve their day by treating you like crap. Be humble. Is it worth fighting the gate agent when she is condescending and downright rude? Nah. You have no idea what people have to go through in their day. Most of the time rudeness has nothing to do with you. If we passed along graciousness and a smile who knows the chain reaction it would have.
  • You are not always going to get a seat. This applies to flights, and musical chairs. What it teaches us is that we do not always get what we want, when we want it. This is a lesson the universe has let me learn repeatedly. Instead of sitting down in the middle of the moving walkway at the Denver airport and kicking your feet in a tantrum, just breathe. You’ll make it (somewhere) eventually, which leads me too….
  • Be flexible. Everyone has plans, for their day, for their life. We hold onto our plans and our schedules with a death grip, any deviation is a cause for panic. If every plan you’ve ever made has come to fruition, we need to talk. I am jealous over here, I mean even Martha Stewart didn’t see jail coming. Flying stand by has really taught me to be flexible. One time I had an epic girls trip planned to Buenos Aires. We had researched, we had visas, we had been practicing our Spanish (by practicing I mean I could order wine in Spanish). We made it to Houston, and long story short, the flights became booked at the very last minute and there was no way we were going to make it. It was 11pm, we were exhausted, stranded, and definitely not making it to Argentina anytime soon. I looked up at the flight status board and turned to my friend and said, “Hey, how do the flights to Belize look?” As it was, no one was flying to Belize that weekend, and by 6am the next morning we all were on a flight to Belize. Was it Argentina? No. I didn’t drink wonderful wine from Mendoza, but I was able to swim with sharks on the second largest barrier reef in the world, and my Spanish? Well, I had “Uno mas cervas por favor” down. You just never know when planning for something the universe is really preparing you for something even better.
  • The view from above. When slogging through life’s crap, I have to tell myself that my perspective in that moment may not be the entire picture. I was recently taking off from the airport in my hometown, and as we started climbing in altitude we flew over a lake that I spent many summers at. In that lake, there is a rock formation that you can swim to. The rock was a popular destination to cliff dive from or hike around and find secluded tanning place. Often times the rock seemed to be a much further swim than it looked from the shore. Halfway through the swim you could get tired and cold, and making it to that rock seemed to be so much of an effort. Sometimes in the moment, it seemed hopeless – what was it worth to make it to that stupid rock anyway? Well as I flew over the lake, I realized not only how small the distance from the shore to the rock was, but how small the entire lake was. It is all about your perspective, and time usually changes our perspective. Do not get bogged down by weariness in the moment. And that rock? Yeah, some of the best memories I have of those endless teenage summers are of are swimming to that rock and finding a hidden place and tanning topless with my girlfriends- giggling in the scandal of it all. I’ll never forget that.


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It is interesting to me to see how our society is divided into classes. From our earliest days as children we are categorized, “the girly girl,” “the nerd,” “the rich kid.” For some reason we are compelled to cleanly fit into separate categories that give us, and others, a point of reference as to who we are. Maybe that stems from early evolution where you were either a “hunter” or a “gatherer.” I thought I could escape labels when I travelled. I would no longer be “the engineer” or “the Air Force girl.” However, I found labels still persist. You are classified into subcategories as “the backpacker,” the “digital nomad,” the person taking a “gap year.” When you come back home from travelling you are simply known as “the traveller.” Can one classification sum up a person? For me, I’ve never been so easily labeled. I’ve tried my best to fit into various groups, but for many reasons I am not simply categorized.

Now that I am back in the U.S., the one category I feel most at home with is the ambiguous “traveller.”

I travel for many reasons, reasons I thought were unique to me: to gain mental clarity and find myself, to find peace, to feel awe, and most importantly to seek adventure. Turns out that I am not unique in any of these motivations. I was surprised that given all of the labels floating around, so many of the travelers I’ve met DO fit into one simple category, and that is simply summed up as: the seekers. I’ve met people from all over the world, of age group, every ethnicity and sexual orientation and they all are traveling for reasons very similar to my own.

Merriam-Webster defines tribe as: “Any aggregate of people united by ties of descent from a common ancestor, community of customs and traditions, adherence to the same leaders, etc.”

Tribes use to be geographically based. The thing about travelling is that geography does not matter anymore. Our community of customs is the incessant desire to experience and to grow. I have met people that are amazing and I happily welcome them into my close circle of friends that I call “my tribe.” The attributes and traditions that make up the people in my tribe are: the consistent desire to seek truth, beauty, and knowledge.

Travelling does not mean you have your shit together. I used to think that all of these badass people had found the meaning to life and were sublimely gliding from country to country. What I have found is the opposite. They are like me, messed up, broken and trying to figure it out. I have been lucky to see their fear, their struggle and it has given me strength in my own journey. Community is not based on spatial relation anymore.

At the end of the day we all belong to one beautiful category, and that is humanity.

For all of our different cultures, languages and habits, we are all similar underneath. Traveling has taught me that no matter the outward appearances, we all are beautiful humans, in this world together struggling to find meaning, community, and connection.