I constantly wrestle with how much information should be divulged through this website. While I want to be transparent as possible, I am bound by professional courtesy and respect. In doing so I may have molested the virtue of what this whole thing is about; to portray in as clear a term what it takes to reach a goal.
A large part of what the struggle (not to be too melodramatic) consists of is finding the monetary means needed to pursue this sport. This is not a cheap thing to get involved with. “Mo’ money, mo’ problems” sold a million copies but dammit if I shouldn’t send Biggie $5 just for being painfully accurate. As a quick aside, yes I know Biggie is dead and also that giving someone $5 would only further contribute to the conundrum of mo’ money. What’s to follow? Mo’ problems. That’s what. Anyway…
With the need for the almighty dollar floating around like a thick fog in all these dreams I have, I can get distracted. I swing from option to option but have yet to pull the trigger on anything. My job, though airplane rich, can feel like a job sometimes. I get restless and I argue myself into a corner with “need to make more money” on one wall and “not happy” on the other. Sometimes this leads to some rather dramatic mental excursions.
The most recent one had some great promise. It felt certain that it would be something I would pursue and I would better for it. The momentum took hold of me and almost caused me to sacrifice everything I know for a shot at something different. In the end, it looked less like a gamble and more like a game of Russian roulette where only one chamber of six is empty. My boss knows all about this and has been nothing but supportive of my decisions and thought processes throughout. In telling you about this I am not violating any work agreements or causing any surprises to anyone. I had to hold off on writing about this until I knew how the story would end and all the pertinent parties had been notified.
The end result of all this is more flight time for me. I will be doing more instructing in the Decathlon and flying with some really great folks coming up in the next year. I have to rededicate myself to my future and take advantage of what I have instead of getting caught up in what I don’t.
Onward and upward.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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