My dual circuits with Bob were fine and I headed out on my own. Once enroute I realised that the plane was fighting just a little, not quite going where I pointed it and shaking around just a little. Once upon a time I would have started panicking and wondering what I was doing wrong. Now I quickly realised that it wasn’t me, just the winds aloft. Despite the fact that the plane was indeed fighting, I was winning. I was holding my altitude within the limits I needed to and was holding my course. All was well.Although at the time I was a little unsettled; looking back I handled it well. I flew the plane within the parameters I needed to. And that’s all a pilot can do!