Friday, July 10, 2009
Attention everyone! This is my first attempt at mobile blogging. Right now I'm somewhere between Miami and Atlanta. If you do not hear from me again within 3 days, please assume that I have been either kidnapped by the Russian mafia or sold as slave labor to a bunch of hairy Ishmaelites. In either case, the mobile blogging will have proven an unwise choice.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Do what you love
Greetings fellow blog-enthusiasts! Welcome to another exciting According to Me post... So much has happened recently and it may take a few posts to fill you in.
First, if you're not doing what you love to do in life, start running towards that goal. And I do mean run because, and excuse the cliche, life really is way too short. I say this because I have spent a fair amount of time doing things that I didn't want to do until I made a decision to do what I love to do. What this means for me is that I get to teach people how to fly. I get to spend countless hours crammed inside a tiny cockpit, endure stifling heat, hours of repetitive maneuvers, moments of sheer terror, endless turbulence and landings that bounce more than one of Bernie Madoff's checks. And then I step out of the airplane and they solo and return to the earth with a skip in their step and a walk that's just a bit taller because now they're a pilot, and I can't help but smile all the way home.
And from time to time, due to my occupational circumstances, I get to do very fun things. In upcoming posts, I'll tell you more about Soon-to-be and my exciting July 4th weekend trip to Clearwater, FL.
First, if you're not doing what you love to do in life, start running towards that goal. And I do mean run because, and excuse the cliche, life really is way too short. I say this because I have spent a fair amount of time doing things that I didn't want to do until I made a decision to do what I love to do. What this means for me is that I get to teach people how to fly. I get to spend countless hours crammed inside a tiny cockpit, endure stifling heat, hours of repetitive maneuvers, moments of sheer terror, endless turbulence and landings that bounce more than one of Bernie Madoff's checks. And then I step out of the airplane and they solo and return to the earth with a skip in their step and a walk that's just a bit taller because now they're a pilot, and I can't help but smile all the way home.
And from time to time, due to my occupational circumstances, I get to do very fun things. In upcoming posts, I'll tell you more about Soon-to-be and my exciting July 4th weekend trip to Clearwater, FL.
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