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.
Every time I get in a plane I know that there’s an opportunity to learn something new, see a new place, a new airport or just see the sun in a different kind of light. Every flight is similar but also different. You seldom have the same weather, or the same winds that you had the day before. I’ve learned a lot about patience and weather lately. This time of year, fall, it can wreak havoc on your flight plans. We’ve had a lot of rain, cloudiness and a lot more wind than I remember in years past. Of course, in years past, I wasn’t trying to fly a single engine plane and never noticed much about the wind, because it didn’t really affect my day or plans.
Now, I’m astutely aware of the wind, how strong it is, how much it’s gusting, and which direction it’s blowing. My eyes tend to stay skyward most of the time now when I’m outside, checking on the weather or watching a plane that’s soaring overhead.
The rain and winds started last Friday and haven’t let up since. I didn’t get to fly on Friday like I so often do. It’s one of my favorite days to fly. At the end of a long week, it’s the bright spot that I look forward to all week. It gives me that something that I need to encourage me to tackle each day, get it behind me so I can make it to the next one, and then finally to Friday, Fly Day. Yes, it’s what I like to call my Fly Day!
Well, since the weather has me grounded a little longer this week it seems, I just thought I’d remind myself what it is that I love about flying. That even if I can’t fly for a bit, I can still dream about it or even write or read about it. It’s always good to have options.
Flying has put something in me that I never imagined I would have, it makes me yearn for an adventure unlike anything else I’ve ever known. I want it to come faster, but I know it’ll come when it’s supposed to and that’s just how it has to be for now. I think about all the possibilities when I’m finally able to get my license and go anywhere I want to go. I’m amazed at all the small airports just in my state that I never knew were around me. I think I could plan an adventure to many of them and write about each one’s character as I experience them all. I could see what’s near them, what kind of planes they hanger, meet the people and see what brought them to this particular airport and what they love about it. I could find the ones that have a restaurant to brag about near the runway. What an adventure that could be? Fly to the Outerbanks or up to Boone, there are so many possibilities just here, I can’t imagine what kind of adventure I could find as I explore even further.
I’m tied to the area for a bit longer, but adventure definitely awaits me, and I can’t wait to see what I find along the way! Just the thought of it kindles this fire that burns in me and urges me on through this journey. Tonight, dreams of flying will sweep over me and carry me away but one day, it’ll be real and I’ll be flying the plane that takes me on the adventure. I can’t wait to see where it takes me!