For as long as I can remember I’ve loved flying. I still love the thrill you feel just as the plane is taking off and just as it lands. I love when the pilot turns the plane to line up with the runway and I have a bird’s eye view of a city. Even the idea of flying – that you can start on one side of a continent and end up on the other in a day – is fascinating to me. Flying is freedom. Adventure. Thrilling. Powerful. Beautiful.
At first I had this [completely erroneous] understanding that because I do not have perfect eyesight I could never be a pilot. That kept me out of the game for a long time.
Then I met a couple of pilots who wore glasses.
The next roadblock was the prohibitive cost of learning to fly.
Then I learned about various scholarships for aviation students.
The final hurdle was simply that I didn’t know how to get started. I’m over 30. I have a full-time job and a family. I already have a college degree and no desire to go back to get another one, so how was I going to learn to fly?
And that question has stopped me time and again for the past decade.
Life is funny in that it seems to always be the nonsensical little things that change the course of it. Take my life as an example: I met my husband at a coffee shop, met my best friend at a bus stop, and ultimately got into aviation from selling a pool table on Craig’s List. In posting our pool table online, I met a former billiards champion who happened to be married to a retired ATP and local flight instructor. I bartered our hand-crafted pool cue rack for my first two flight lessons and that’s what finally got me started in aviation.
I am a student pilot that plans to blog my how-I-did-it story step by step for other eager aviation dreamers who have encountered the same roadblocks as me in the Up She Goes! category found on the right-hand side of my home page. If you are in aviation and have any advice or tips to offer, please, comment to my posts to your heart’s content!