When there's no downside, push your edge.

On a flight from Ibiza to Geneva, I settled into my aisle seat with an empty seat between me and the woman at the window—a setup perfect for staying in my own world. But lately, I’ve been nudging myself to talk to strangers.

I asked her if she was visiting Ibiza, and that one question opened the door. Turns out, she was a light healer—and that’s when things got interesting.

She told me she practiced Sukyo Mahikari—a healing modality she described as next-level Reiki.

Then she did something I didn't expect: she offered to perform a light transfer healing for me right there on the plane.

I’m a natural skeptic with a spiritual upbringing—I even majored in religious studies. New age spiritual practices often walk a fine line between profound and snake oil.

I also felt a social tension. What is this light healing going to look like? What will others on the plane think?

Then I realized: there's no downside here. Sure, I might look silly. Sure, some people might stare or judge. But I would never see anyone on this plane again. YOLO.

So I agreed. She invited me to sit beside her. I moved over, and she walked me through the gestures: face the light (in this case, the window), hands in prayer, two bows, three claps. Then she began chanting—not loud, but definitely not quiet.

I could feel the social discomfort—what the hell am I even doing? When is this going to end? Are people looking at me weird?

But then I caught myself—this was its own experience. I mean, how often does someone offer to perform a light transmission mid-flight? This was weird, yes. But also one of those moments you don't forget.

After about 10-15 minutes, she invited me to open my eyes and perform the two bows and three claps. We concluded the transmission.

Behaving oddly in a public environment is an edge for me. But this flight reminded me: if no one’s getting hurt and the risk is just looking weird for a minute—why not lean in?