07.13.16 Unicorns. Dinosaurs. Lil’ Wayne. Terror. Retirement. Calm. Out of retirement. 2 thumbs up.

“Blog 2, Post 1" Unicorns. Dinosaurs. Lil’ Wayne. Terror. Retirement. Calm. Out of retirement. 2 thumbs up. Some of the words to describe my first flight back in action. I almost weinered out too, you know, use the baby as a reason it wasn’t good to fly. The universe had a plan for me though: baby was just settling in for her coma nap, amazon prime had delivered her teenie tiny sized noise canceling head phones, and Daddy had agreed to call if she woke up. The sky was a brilliant orange magenta blue as the sun began to set. Need I say more? Clearly, it was meant to be and I was to be piloting that sunset. I was feelin’ the vibe and my magic unicorn bionic dinosaur pants, dream catcher tee, and 4-hook super duty sports bra completed the look of a confident pilot. Pre-flight check list, done. Oops, oh yeah. Gracias mi vida (helps when your SO teaches this stuff for a living). Ok, pre-flight, complete. Light breeze, I think I remember how this works. Butter, velveta cheesey smooth take off. Yes, yes, yes. Crisp air, open fields, the comforts of home. Oh shit. Fear. I have too much to live for. I’m not going to make it. I’m not making forward progress. I’ll never get home. Plan B, fly to nearby city on the water with the wind (Discovery Bay); call for reinforcements. False alarm. I’m fine. And making my way back to the house. That was close (not really). Butt slides out of the seat — ooo this is fun— focus on landing. Damn I’m coming in hot. Brake? What’s that. Crumple zone. Thank God. Success. Retired. High five. Kiss. You know, that wasn’t so bad. How can I fly tomorrow…