United 954 SFO to LHR Seat 2J

I want to learn more about how to write good descriptions so people feel they are there with me. Here is one I can learn from: " He looks like he is in his 50s, but walks like he's lived a few centuries longer than that. He's got white hair, and a plaid shirt. Wide shoulders and giant hands that look like he could do some damage but a totally relaxed face." Elizabeth Gilbert You are what you think. Your emotions are slaves to your thoughts and you are the slave to your emotions. It used to be about quantity: how many books could I read in a week, how much can I do in a day and so it went everything being about speed. It was life was one big competition and the prize was how much I can get done in the most efficient and quick way. Could it be embarrassing how few books I am reading these days? No, it's about my eye sight and also my priorities. I am spending more time breathing and just thinking.
I know I should not be flying today and I hear a few of my friends saying "I told you so." But this doesn't really happen now that I am on the plane. I took a vicodin since we pulled away from the gate and the stabbing pain setting in. I almost jumped out of my seat. Now, I am just numb and grateful. I am feeling stupid that I wore a shirt with 5% spandex as I just wanted to rip it off. It hurt so much. I must have anticipated it because at the last minute, before leaving the house, I shoved a black 100% cotton t-shirt in my computer bag. It was above my head in the overhead bin. It was so close but so far. The seat belt light was lit and we were just sitting on the tarmac. When were we going to take off so I could make a run to the bathroom and change shirts? The new cool Allen & Allen shirt was a bad choice. The fact that the plane has yet to take off was surreal. I rolled the t-shirt as high as I could and pulled the blanket over it.
The pilot finally decided to communicate with us. How novel! Apparently the back up fuel panel was not working and they had to pull back into the gate and get some engineers on board to fix it. I didn't care. I opened the overhead bin (no items had shifted), grabbed the t-shirt and ran to the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief when I came out with my new shirt. Shingles pain is deadly.
It's 8:50 pm PDT and we are just pulling out of the gate for the second time. It's a gorgeous night. I love flying at night. There is something so magical about the blue sky and the lights shining. I'm having deja vu though -- we are sitting at the same spot we were 2 hours ago when we pulled out of the gate the first time. I hope it's just the drugs!
There is a very cute guy sitting 2 seats across from me. He has the biggest band aid I have ever seen on the left side of his head. I noticed him earlier in the lounge but only now do I see that wedding band on his left hand. That's ok. All he seems to do is work.
We are finally taking off! Can't wait to hear the magic words so I can make my seat a bit comfortable: "it is now safe to move about the cabin."