bumpy flight back to Atlanta

I don't like flying anymore...somewhere, somehow in the past few years I have begun to absolutely hate it. Last night on a returning flight into Atlanta, I seriously thought my life was over as we were making the approach for landing. The flight as a whole was ok, nothing to complain about...perhaps the occasional bump made me uncomfortable, but more in a motion sickness way, not in a MY LIFE IS OVER kind of way. However as we entered the city the plane felt as though it was coming in for a crash landing...the thing was moving around like the pilot decided to take a bathroom break right in the middle of our descent. My palms were sweaty and I felt like I was going to throw up on myself...
Evidently it was windy this weekend here in Georgia, and I felt the effects of that tremendous wind...and I'm just thankful my feet are on the ground today and that I didn't burn up in a ball of flames.
much love,
woody