I’m not sure if it was the fruit snacks, the cuddly newlyweds next to me, the fact that I had tons of work to do, the new kind of Xanax from the scary Russian doctor, or a notable lack of turbulence, but last night, I flew from LA to NYC which virtually no panic, whatsoever. It just might be that I’m outgrowing the worry, or at least have managed to realize that freaking out every time I’m airborne is a incredible waste of energy and backsweat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go knock on every wood surface in sight.