Flying on the Brain...

I've got flying on the brain again...my friend/instructor Tim told me flying is worse than heroin. I really wouldn't know for sure (I doubt he knows for sure too), but I think he's right.

Every spare minute I have is occupied with thoughts of flying. I then try to think of creative ways of making a living doing it. It's frustrating because as a new pilot, once's options are very limited. I have some ideas that I'll put on the back burner for now, but I'm going to have to start implementing some of these ideas soon if I want to make them my new reality.

I've spent the last couple days browsing Chris Santacroce's various websites. It's funny because on one hand, as you discover more about him and his world, you want to become part of it, and yet, you discover how little you really know about the sport, and then one's ignorance seems scary.

I've thought many times about approaching different people, and telling them how I want to make paragliding my life, but then that little cynical voice kicks in, and things seem almost impossible again. I try to place myself into somebody else's shoes, and if I were the one being approached by a newbie who wanted to go further, what my reactions would be. They range from skepticism, to enthusiasm, to just plain laughter!

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I'm waiting to hear on whether a potential trip to Utah is a go, and if it is, I'm going to consider it training on becoming a better pilot rather than simply a fun flying trip. If Utah doesn't happen, I'll have to take things into my own hands and figure something else out. I'm going to make this new dream of mine my new life.