Flying is a breath of fresh air in my week. A time to get away from it all and think about nothing else, because when you’re learning to fly, that’s all you can do is focus on the task at hand if you want to learn to do it right. There are days when the weight of the world feels like it’s on my shoulders. So much to get done at work and at home that sometimes I feel like there’s no room for anything else in my life, but when I’m scheduled to fly something inside of me burns and aches to get to the airport. I still long to be at it. There’s no dread in going, there’s excitement and anticipation of the adventure that awaits me every time I get in the air.
“I’m flying a plane all by myself!” I say out loud to the empty seat beside me and smile. I radio my position, “Wilgrove traffic, this is Cherokee six seven niner two Juliet turning downwind for runway three five, Wilgrove.” I glance to my right and to my left to check for traffic and begin my turn. I can see the runway between the trees below and to my left. I check my altimeter and I’m almost to pattern altitude. I pull back my power to drop my rpms to 2300, lower my nose to stop climbing and level out, adjust my trim, check my heading indicator to make sure I’m not drifting, and I take a deep breath.