I haven’t figured out a concise and relatable way to explain the weird oddities that come along with working for a European airline. Flight benefits? No, we don’t have those. Bidding? Non-existent.
I asked myself the question, “What is The Flight Attendant Life?” while staring at a mostly blank screen, trying to write. I hate that word ‘trying’ because what it really means
I had an epiphany. After writing about an identity crisis and making bad decisions (which writing and publishing the blog turned out to be a bad decision in itself), I needed the light bulb moment that
Just write. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself for the last two days. But what do I say? How much of my private life do I make public? How many secrets should I share this time?