I’ve loved airplanes since I was a kid and one way or another I’ve been lucky to make a living with them for something like 17 years. I love all of it. Single pilot IFR in a Navajo in southeast alaska, crap weather at 2 AM flying medevac, chasing down a tough troubleshooting problem on an engine, tearing out an entire instrument panel and putting in clean, well labeled new wiring, switches, and circuit breakers, tearing a landing gear down to its component parts and seeing it work smoothly again after putting in all shiny new parts, cranking and banking to make tourists think a Cherokee 6 is an F-16, operating an airplane packed with 180 people into places like ORD and JFK, staying in downtown hotels with an easy walk to awesome food and the best museums in the country, taking a hotel bike to a frisbee golf course I’ve never played before, etc.
I will say, as
@Soku39 points out the airline life does do its best to grind all of that out of you. At the medevac gig, by the time 2 weeks off was coming to an end I was always excited to go back to work early on the first day, rock out to some tunes in my headphones while doing a preflight, make myself a latte in the base espresso machine, and go say hi to my friends in the daily briefing. I’m commuting back to work today after 16 days off and idgaf about it, I’d just as soon stay home. As above my risk tolerance for things like single engine pistons has gotten a lot lower over the years. Also, the modern airline training programs (at least at Eskimo) do a good job of squashing the curiosity that had me drawing electrical and fuel system schematics for a Duchess or a 172.