When I first began flying on work-related trips, I refused to check my bags. I had my really important stuff in a shoulder bag, but I insisted on carrying my luggage with me all the time. So there I would be, running from one concourse to another, dragging a suitcase with me. When I had to use the airport bathroom, the suitcase would come with me while I maneuvered it around the door of the bathroom stall. It was constantly with me.
Why? I was afraid to let it go. I didn’t want to let go of my stuff. I was afraid it would get lost or damaged, or maybe it wouldn’t be there when I really needed it. So instead of checking my luggage, I dragged it around with me, all through the airport. Every time I boarded a new plane, there I was, standing in everyone’s way while I try to squash my carry-on into the overhead compartment. After dragging my stuff all through the airport, taking it with me even into the bathroom, and going into contortions on the plane while stalling everyone else, I was too bedraggled to actually enjoy the trip. I was too worn out. Read More →