Week two: uh oh

Well, I have now completed two flights here at IFS...and it is hard. The movies make flying look so easy, but it isn't. There are a million things going on all at once. You checking airspeed, altitude, listening to the radio, looking at your GPS, trying to follow ground tracks, and that is just for straight and level flight. To say that these two weeks have been difficult is just scratching the surface. It has been far more than hard. In fact, it made me want to quite. As you probably know, I am not a quitter. I never have been. But after two flights, that's exactly what I wanted to do. Thankfully, my fiance and then my dad gave me the wise advice they always do, why not stick it out. If you decide you don't want to fly, then you can decide it after you have completed this program. Why shut this door now when you don't have to. Maybe it will be shut for you if you end up washing out, or maybe it won't. Either way, what do you have to lose by plugging away for two more weeks. The answer, needless to say, is nothing. I'm afraid of failing. It has always been that way, and if I am honest with myself and with others, I should admit that I am really afraid of failing here. Yet, at the same time, over the past day, God has given me a real peace. The best way to describe this place is "whatever happens happens." There are no guarentees here. There is no way to know that you will pass. I have lost two friends to washing out this last week. Both of them intelligent dudes. There are no guarentees. But hey, maybe that's the way it should be.