D. Patrick Caldwell on The Joys of Flight

I realized not too long ago that aviation has ruined my life! Unfortunately, at this point, there is no turning back. I'm going to have to live with the consequences of my actions.

I set out to become a pilot, I did become a pilot, and I cannot make amends. So, I've decided to use this venue to lament my situation and, perhaps, to meet others in the same predicament. So, this is a section introduction for my newest blog section I like to call How Aviation Ruined My Life.

Allow me to give you an example. There once was a time (about 4 years ago) when I could walk from my car to my office and I could look forward to the work day. Then, I became a pilot. Now, I get out of my car and I look to the sky and think, "Man, what a great day to fly." But, instead of flying, I dutifully and sorrowfully continue walking into the office and sit at my computer.

To make matters worse, about a year ago, I got my instrument ticket. Now, even on days with bad weather, when I step out of my car and look to the sky, I think, "Wow, about 400 foot ceilings! What a great day to fly."

So, the first way that aviation has ruined my life is that now, invariably, no matter what I'm doing (unless I'm flying), I wish I was flying.

I could be at a birthday party having a great time, but I'm still left thinking, "I should've taken him on a plane ride for his birthday." I could be on the best date with my fiancé having a great time, and I'm thinking, "I'll bet she'd love to go for a plane ride." Heck, even when I go out to dinner, I could be at the best restaurant around, but still . . . I'd rather have dinner at the Downwind.

Have fun. Be safe. Happy Piloting.