Thoughts at 35,000 feet

As I sit in my comfy first class seat sipping on my mimosa at 10am, on my way to Washington DC, I think to myself: Self, you have a lot to be thankful for.

I have always been taught to be ver humble in life. My parents worked their butts off so that I would have a great childhood and I've always tried to work hard to have nice things. Sure, I overspend and I'm a little more spoiled than some, but its not like I didn't work to get here.

I'm sitting in first class this morning wondering if the people around me are going to stand up, point at me and shout: "Hey, you are a blue collar schmuck! You don't belong up here with us!" The truth is, I don't.

I look at the leg room and I rationalize that if a few inches from each row was taken, that coach would have more leg room. If everyone had to pay for drinks, then everything wouldn't be as expensive for the ones that can't afford it and free for those that can.

First class is a treat for me, and while I'm very thankful, I still feel like its too much luxury for one person. Don't get me wrong. I'm diligent about my Aadvantage miles and I'm great at working the miles system that have garnered me upgraded passage on this trip, but I still feel like an impostor...

I'll get over it soon. I'll enjoy the rest of the flight... mimosa in hand.



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Location:Up in the air over the mid Atlantic states