Past-Paul knew that there were times when the path would be hard to find. Past-Paul thought it might be good idea to leave the proverbial bread crumbs around, just in case. Today I notice the one taped to the top of my computer monitor.
When I was a kid I would always pick up feathers whenever I found one, usually to be told by my parents they were dirty, throw them away, and don’t touch any more.
As an adult, I remember starting to pick them up and save them again about twenty years ago. At some point I started taping them up here and there as the occasional reminder of where the path was.
This morning I noticed this one. It’s right there, I see it all the time, but today I noticed it. It helped.
I didn’t get my pilot’s license by simply walking down to the airport and taking off in the first plane I got into. It took a lot of work, a lot of steps, and a lot of time.
The path back into the cockpit will (I hope) be shorter since I have a baseline of experience, but it will not necessarily be quick or easy.
So be it. I will fly again.