beliefs

I’m walking down the aisle, trying to balance the bag on my shoulder so it doesn’t bang anyone in the head as I struggle to navigate the small suitcase on wheels along the narrow path to my seat on the plane. I feel harried and agitated by the time I locate my aisle seat, 21c. Ugh! There’s a rather large man in the middle seat, taking up part of mine. I smile politely as I reach over and pull down the arm…