Over half of my life has elapsed since I last piloted an aircraft.
Any way you read it that is a big statement. First off, how am I that old to begin with?! But, there it is clearly printed in my own handwriting in black and white. The last entry in my pilot logbook is dated June 27, 1992; approximately one month after I graduated from high school. Somehow grown adults thought it was perfectly fine to allow me to pilot an aircraft – on my own no less!
I remember that I was at least a passenger in a general aviation aircraft after my last logbook entry because I know I attended an EAA show in Oshkosh once or twice after that with my dad, but the summer of 1992 must have been the last time I actually flew a plane as part of my training.
Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Peel back the mountains peel back the sky
Stomp gravity into the floor
It’s a Man Ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here
“Feeling Gravity’s Pull” – R.E.M.
In December 2014, after a tumultuous couple of years in my personal life, I began to think it was time to set some goals for the future. I felt it was important to start to think about what I wanted to accomplish and therefore give myself more self-confidence and a sense of happiness.
Over the past year, I got into motorcycles for the first time in my life, which was both exhilarating and gave a rush of freedom away from the pressures of everyday life and the constant pull of our electronic devices. Any activity that requires your utmost concentration, while still giving you pleasure, seems somewhat rare in this age of multitasking. These types of pursuits stimulate your brain in body in ways that are hard to measure, but surely give you happiness and a sense of accomplishment. My brain, allowed to rest from everyday stress and focus completely on an activity, awoke my senses to precisely tune into each movement and decisions seemed sharper.