Elevated Musings: A Journey of Serendipity at 33,000 Feet

Leadership

Feb 17

Wit & Wisdom with Rúna, the journal blog series

Welcome to "Wit & Wisdom with Rúna," my journal-blog series where humour meets profound insight on the rollercoaster ride of life, leadership, and self-discovery.

In this journal-blog series, my intention is to authentically peel back the layers of my life's crossroads and delve into the quirky realities of self-discovery and leadership.

Join me as we navigate the complexities of breaking free from societal boxes, embracing our authentic selves, and finding contentment in being in the flow, all while laughing at the absurdity and beauty of it all.

"Wit & Wisdom with Rúna" is my journal blog; it explores the journey to trust my flow to become better, bolder, and brighter as me.

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Elevated Musings: A Journey of Serendipity at 33,000 Feet

How a Flight Fueled by Music, Memories, and a Twist of Fate Rekindled My Sense of Adventure

Wit & Wisdom with Rúna: High-Flying Thoughts and a Serendipitous Surprise

There's something almost magical about being crammed into a metal tube, hurtling through the sky at 33,000 feet. You'd think it's just a fast way to get from point A to point B, but it's like a creativity booster shot for me. I've hatched some of my best ideas while wedged in those economy seats – you know, the ones that give you a free chiropractic adjustment.

So, I am embarking on my evening flight from Portugal, ready for a few hours of solitude with my thoughts. I had grand plans: dive into some books, listen to podcasts, and maybe even daydream a bit.

But, as luck would have it, my tech skills betrayed me. Note to self: Double-check your downloads. My podcast and music playlists were as sparse as a vegan at a barbecue.

But hey, I'm adaptable. I had a handful of songs from my Spotify playlist – a whopping 38 minutes of tunes.

Let's say I got to know them intimately on repeat. As fellow passengers drifted into their drooling slumbers, I hummed along quietly, of course. It's like when people (never me, obviously) discreetly pass gas on a plane, hoping the engine noise masks the sound but not the scent.

Each song sparked a memory – some bittersweet, like saying goodbye to my beloved dog, others invigorating, reminiscent of the energy I feel on stage, giving talks. Those uplifting melodies had me daydreaming about live concerts, questioning why I hadn't indulged in seeing these artists in person.

It was a mental note: "Rúna, life's happening now. Go see those artists!"

Landing at 2 am, I switched on my phone, still buzzing from my high-altitude musings. And there it was – a text from my son in Seattle inviting me to Billy Joel's concert. My treat, he said, for my birthday. Talk about timing! I was over the moon, replying faster than a teenager, "Is the pope Catholic? YES, YES, YES!"

It made me wonder. Was this just a coincidence? I was up there in the sky, lost in thoughts about music and concerts, and then – bam! – an invite to see Billy Joel.

There could be something to this whole 33,000-feet theory. An introspective bubble where thoughts and dreams get supercharged, ready to manifest.

Or the universe has a wicked sense of humour and loves a good plot twist. What do you think? Is it the altitude, or are we just riding the waves of life's serendipitous symphony?

Share your thoughts – I'm all ears, just like I was for those 38 minutes on repeat.

Reykjavík, Iceland, February 17th 2024