Maybe it’s the way I feel mildly guilty every time I make a decision not to fly, even though I probably know it is the right choice.It might be the guy from ground school that I run into on occasion. He’s got half the hours I have but has just done his cross country. It probably wouldn’t bother me so much but he was a bit of a dickhead in ground school and seemed to take delight in saying “what happened? I thought you were so much further ahead of me?”
Well in hours I guess I am, but, meh, I don’t know. I shouldn’t let it get to me at all. After all RTH took a while to get his PPL and he’s an awesome pilot; calm, collected and smooth.I’ve actually taken the step of turning down the potential for a flight tomorrow. I’m tired and I don’t really want to be stressing about “should I, shouldn’t I”. Even if I do go outside of my solo currency. Again.
Maybe I just need a break, both mentally and in the weather.