So I got to take an airplane up by myself and it gave me the glorious feeling that there was nothing wrong with the world. I had a big checklist of things to accomplish as solo practice, then came back and did four or five landings. With no wind I had a little trouble overshooting my intended landing points on the runway. As usual, it took me a few "warm up" ones and I'm so tired of that. I mean, landing #5 felt fantastic, I barely noticed transitioning to the ground. The first one wasn't so nice. Well I mean the VERY first one was a go-around, it was that weird, but a go-around was on my checklist anyway.
I'm suddenly optimistic again. Saturday could be nice too... maybe it's a trend that we won't have any more two-month periods of clouds and snow and fog. If I could get a few weeks or even days of nice weather, I could get ready for a checkride and be a pilot. I was starting to feel so hopeless about it. I mean already I'll have to re-study all the ground stuff I learned to take the written test.
I stand by my statement that the worst part of learning to fly is that there are no time tables, no deadlines, no curve to beat or set, it's just whatever luck and skill happens to get you.
I remember having a lot of trouble adjusting to things like that when I started working, too. In school if you've done a half-assed job, you just take a C at the end of the semester. But in the work force you don't get to just take a C because you're making something for a real customer, and they will call your ass back and tell you to fix it. You have to keep going.