What About Now in General

What About Now

It’s been a few years since I wrote on a regular basis.

Part of it is analysis paralysis. Loss of faith.

Try as I may, try as I might. Between scheduling and weather I am just not flying much.

Which gets a bit disheartening.

All week I have been spit balling.

I have considered:
Going back into project management.
Going back to school to get a PhD.
Dumping all of my shit into storage and buying an RV.
Sandy said I could sleep at her place if that would work, and it just might, because weather in Arizona is much more stable that it is in Maine. I have no idea if there even any flight schools in her area.

Throwing good money after bad is untenable. In a year I have blasted through 5 grand. And I am not an inch closer. And I am not made of money, despite what the flight schools seem to think.

Okay, maybe an inch closer.

That emergency descent last month was pretty freaking cool. 45 degrees nose down looking for a place to land. At 130 knots the Beech rattles. Nothing like a prowler going downhill 600 knots, dodging F-16s.

Funny what it takes to feel alive.

I think it was in one of the SIXX AM songs Nikki Sixx said “Once you have tasted excess, everything else tastes bland.”

My body is doing just fine. But my soul seems to be a bit tired.