For me, gnawing at the flying bone includes reading all I can about being a pilot. And re-reading. Sure do learn a lot from re-reading the classics. “Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round your life as a dog does his master’s chaise. Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.” Quote from an 1848 letter, from Thoreau to Blake.
An angel kissing the concrete.
“You must set yourself on fire.” It’s not easy, it’s not fun, and it will hurt at times. But fuel the fire. It’s worth it.
There’s lots of reasons I tell myself why I like being a pilot. But it might just be the joy of a dog in a car, sticking his head out the window. Oh, and if you’re not fully focused on only landing when landing — you’re doing it wrong!
See you in the sky . . .