I will not pretend that it was easy. I remember the early days where I would shake just getting on the flight and I do not know how I managed not to run off the plane screaming. But my main strategy was to force myself – and in a big way!
What did I do? Well, I was lucky enough to land myself a job that required extensive travel. Luckily enough, they did not ask me in the interview if I liked flying! Soon after, I was expected to travel half the month.
It was very tough at first, but every flight got slightly easier and the whimpering slowly died down. Very slowly! I am now in the enviable position, several years and hundreds of flight later, where I actually quite enjoy it.
My limits were further tested though at some of the regional airlines and ancient Soviet planes that I had to fly in. Some of these should not have been still in use and had seen better days. Still, a quick shot of vodka before take-off often helped!