Musings at Altitude

Although I do my best thinking at 37,000 feet, our 777 went up to 40,000 feet on the flight cross country today.  I don’t remember the last time I was that high on a trip, but I can tell you that with a glass of wine (thanks to a “free beverage” coupon from a friend on the same plane), my iPod with my favorite playlist, and the deep darkness of the night time sky, I was at peace for most of the flight.  Those keenly aware of my habits probably quickly recognize that “peace” means sleep for some of the flight and completely tuned out to others for the rest.  I truly do find peace at altitude.  Not joy though.  Just peace.

I can find peace by isolating myself into my own little world, but I find joy by reaching out and embracing life, embracing others, and embracing that optimistic nature that pervades much of my being.  Ultimately, I find joy from warm and loving interactions.

For example, I smile big time when I look at this picture:

But I find joy when I get to see Audrey after she’s been away for a couple of weeks.

As another example, I smile when I read the weekly reports that come from those that work with me.  But I find joy in going out and visiting those that are doing the critical work of our organization in the field for our customers.

And finally, I smile when my 14 year old sends me a text message and asks, “when you coming home Dad?”  But I find real joy when I walk through the door and she hurries out to give me that welcome home hug which I always look forward to.

I smile when I’m at peace, but I find joy when I embrace others and share this journey of life with them.