Today was my third day of flying solo. I wanted to do well. I wanted to remember everything I was taught about flying. In my head, I could hear my instructor telling me each step, asking me what do I do next, giving me encouragement. He prepared me very well. Today I especially appreciated him and all he has taught me. Sometimes I think he had more faith in me than I had in myself. There’s a saying that you fake it until you believe it. Today I believed in myself. Flying has given me back my self-confidence.
Today I had this song in my head that I just couldn’t get rid of! Have you ever had that happen? It just seemed to go with the timing of everything I had to do: Mad World. I find it to be a haunting kind of song. That’s sort of how I felt in the air today. The sky was so incredibly beautiful and looking down at the ground below, I saw the beginning of spring: the grass was turning green again. In a way, it is also my spring: once again.
Since my instructor got out of the plane for me to solo, I very, very sadly have no pictures to share. I love the pictures so much that I find myself a little lost without them.
You’ve seen my descent. Now watch my rising…