Yes, that is something to be proud of! I hate to fly. If a trip is planned a year out, I immediately get more worried about the flight than excited for the vacation. I usually curl into a ball and grab on for dear life to the person I'm with. Funny thing is, the one time I had to fly alone- I right away told the old couple next to me to get ready- I might be reaching for them during take-off! This is one of my "multiple-Xanax" situations!