Approximately twelve times a year, I get to sit on an airplane. Setting aside the felt absence of my loved ones and the general inconveniences of travel, I love flying. The magnificent feat of air travel never fails to inspire me with a sense of wonder. I love having my head in the clouds, literally. I shared this with a friend recently to which she immediately responded, but don’t you worry about the plane crashing??  Actually, I don’t. But her comment made me think about the idea of worry…and worry as distinguished from fear. Worry is “to torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts; to fret”. It comes from Middle English weryen “to strangle, bite…