The time flies when one has a project.
When one has four it blasts past.
Work is going well. It's challenging and sometimes it's very challenging. But I'm learning piles and the sense of becoming has come back. Stronger than ever before.
I'm getting sharper every day and my confidence is nearing the good old days, before I left all things familiar behind.

The project to fly has not taken into the wind yet. However, the other Sunday i made a trip out of visiting the airport. Popped into the best looking school I had my eye on for a while and booked and paid for the first lesson. First date is in the calendar. And the date is less than a month away. Let's hope for the weather to work out.
There will be more than five month gap between this lesson and the next.
But there being Christmas within those months and a couple of not quite tiny points on the program to meet it's not going to take long at all.

what else to say.
More and more sense is finding it's way into my mind. It'd be well happy if only it didn't mean that the capacity had been there laying dormant while I was bumbling about, subconsciously knowing that I'm loosing energy in all other directions but a sensible one. A my one.
I'll make sense eventually out of why it was good that I had that time in my life, but for now it just feels like that I had to have missed some very important lessons somewhere. Or maybe, i hadn't met anyone who knew and could tell. Most probably I just wasn't listening.

When younger I used to feel I was getting wiser. Then it stopped for some years and I assumed that it must be that I just got over my self. But maybe I'm back on track. Maybe. And maybe is good enough.