Dodging trees in an airplane on the way down to a tiny runway a couple weeks ago, I had a realization that has been absent for all the time I've been flying.
I'm pretty fucking good at this.
All my previous flying up to that point had been done semi-confidently, but incomplete without the acceptance and comfort that I'm proficient and good at what I do. I've approached every flying challenge that I've faced with a can-do attitude this whole time, but now I feel like I have complete confidence in my ability to perform. I'm not sure why I have this sudden rush of comfort and confidence. It's probably a result of experience I'm sure. And while I'm not going to let it get to my head too much, because I can always be a better pilot, I've finally found comfort and happiness in my skills.
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