I know what I'm getting into. And I know what difficulties lie ahead.
I know I don't want to do this for the 'glamour', the 'glamour' of walking through a terminal while passengers gaze at me with admiration. The glamour of seeing the world. The ability to work little hours with tons of pay.
I know that stuff doesn't exist.
I know I won't wake up tomorrow and *poof* have 1500hrs and every regional carrier banging my door down wanting a piece of this supahpilot.
Pipe dreams, all of it.
But some silly boneheaded, hardheaded, won't-listen-to-anyone part of me keeps pressing on relentlessly. My family has that reputation anyways, you know.
I grew up wanting to do this. In fact, I grew up wanting to be a TWA pilot, just like my great grandfather was back when the airline flew DC-2s. Crap happens, though, and TWA disappeared and I found myself in a windowless office.
I've been told "don't do it." You're not the first one I've heard. But as said in my earlier post, for everyone that says "no way" there's another saying "I love it." The guy who finally persuaded me to start flying, his hangarmate is an AA captain. Loves what he does. Is close to retirement and dreading it. What does he do when he's not flying the line? Flying his 310, or his Eagle, or rebuilding his Cub.
I come from the horse industry. I see this there, too. Trainers who ride horses and sell them and make good money doing it but hate it. They don't hate the horses, they hate the crazy clients they have to deal with, the long hours (in unairconditioned or unheated barns). But they keep doing it and bitch about it constantly. In this scenario, the poor horses lose in the end. But there's the other ones, the ones who love spending every waking moment in a barn, the ones who haul 30 horses off to a show and work 16 hour days for a week and come home and fill out entry forms to go do it again.
I already work like a dog to be able to fly. It's already not an easy road for me. I'm still in my 20s and work in a very average-paying field. I work 8 hours a day, plus train now 3 horses in the evenings and have 4 regular riding students. I do freelance web and print design work, AND do commissioned oil paintings. 6 hours of sleep is a good night for me. All to be able to go up with my CFI and finish up that instrument rating.
I know the field isn't glamorous. I'm not expecting to be a United 777 captain someday. I'm not expecting to make major bucks. And I'm not expecting the road to wherever I end up to be anything less than an unimproved trail through the mountains.
But there's something about my bullheadedness, my determination, that makes me trudge ahead. There's
something I see in this field that makes me move forward. With caution, with tons of research, but forward. You won't see me giving up my current job for a good long while - I know I can't survive on a CFI's earnings. I'll be teaching on the side, evaluating, researching more. I love to teach and know that if nothing else, I'll have a blast doing that.
But all these years, something kept pulling me to aviation. I can't just ignore that because a few people said "don't do it."
Right now of course I can't imagine ending up bored - but can any pilot at my stage of the game?
We're all a bunch of starry-eyed 'kids' in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps yes I will end up bored. But at least I'll be bored in a place other than an office without windows...
FWIW.
Sarah