Flying spurs my creativity and changes my perspective. Every time I am on a plane, my dreams seem so much more achievable than when I am with both feet on the ground. I wrote this poem on a recent trip, with my nose pressed against the cabin window, looking at snow-covered mountain ranges and dreaming of climbing them all. Allow yourself to be inspired by something that gives you a similar joy - music can do it, spending time in nature, reading. It feels great to "fly high" from time to time and then to take a piece of that dream with us into our "grounded life" and implement it.