I have not written much this year. Hope it's not becoming a trend. Shouldn't though, this year has been a fix year for what's been missed last year. It's been packed with flying, work and catching up on life. But it's now coming toward the end and the next year is starting to take shape.

It would apear now, that 2022 will begin for me the same way 2019 did. This time, hopefully, with less global pandemic and market crash and more oportunities and success.

My heart is in the sky. It's yearning and longing and I can't hold off for much longer, the new life come. The new chapter, the new begining, the journey to embrace and to give me a new name and shape and personality and redefine me once again, to open my eyes to new horizons and learnings. New realities to understand and become a part of. 

It is, at times daunting, call to arms. Perhaps forced on to become more real by the its onset suddenly so eminent.

I have an idea, I have a plan or a few. And I'm going to be anxcious till deep in and first lot of succeses achieved. 33 is the age that I'm to reach my purpose, it is the time when I get on my path to heavens. It sounds right.

The new year come, I should have much more to enter here, to report on, to work with and through. Journey continues, the path lost emerges again from the sand. I'm older, but the wiser and more experienced, more leveled, and more confident. Not in the good old naive krleš kind of a way, but knowing my selves more and my abilities and most importantly; I am clear, by a few more hurdles overcome, on my purpose.

Class 1 medical on the third Feb. Found fit, I commit with all there is in me.

Much has to be cleared and figured out by then. Much is to resolve, to contemplate, and to aquire too.

I'm really just writing a report that I'm still here. That I've been fine and that It's soon to have kicked off.

I thought I'd share some flying stories as I accumulated a few great ones over the 23 hours flown since April when they let us back up. But it's late and my mind is not in the zone for story telling. 

so just a few highlights, for me to remember; I'd find small clouds in scattered skys and have a play around with them. I found one with a cessna-wide valey in it and after circling it in a steep turn i roled out right through it from a blind aproach over the high wing. I landed on a few grass and paved strips away. I took up many friends. I learned to fly a PA28. Participaded in a spot landing competition and came second (most probably). I still fly with a plog and a chart, haven't yet found the reason to go GPS.