I’m grateful my first simulator session will start today. It’s been a long haul of ground training and I’m ready to start flying again. I’ve heard that it will get quite busy the next couple of weeks and I’m looking forward to the change of pace, the challenge, and to start seeing everything come together.

 

I’m grateful for the one instructor who, on our second to last day as a large class before we split up into our smaller sim groups, gave us the most unusual homework assignment ever.

“Your homework tonight is to not do any homework. You are to put your books down for the night and keep them closed. This is the last night all of you will be on the same schedule. The homework tonight is to all get together, as a class, have a drink and hang out. Celebrate how far you have come, enjoy one another, and if you show up tomorrow with one eye open and one eye closed, then you did your homework correctly. Have fun!”

And…we followed his advice. This was a wonderful time celebrating the completion of the first six weeks of training with a great group of guys; my new Family.

 

I’m grateful that the past week of studying has helped distract me from ruminating and obsessing over the pain of finalizing my divorce. Any time my mind would drift off, when I’d feel overwhelmed with grief, I’d open my books and it would help me not think about what was to come. I realize that on one hand, I have been suppressing my emotions and yet, on the other hand, my studies kept me grounded and from falling into a deep depression.

 

I’m grateful for 2 hours of FaceTime with my oldest daughter. Since her cell phone has been taken away and every time I’ve called the land line her sister has told me she’s sleeping, I haven’t had the chance to connect with her lately. It was fun listening to her past few weeks, planning a cool project together, and just spending time with her (even if it was through a computer screen).

 

Childhood Grateful

Something I’ve always taken for granted is all my parents provided for me. They kept a roof over my head. They not only kept me fed, they cooked the meals and cleaned up after me. My parents made sure I got to and from school and transported me to all my track and scouting activities. When I turned 16, they provided me a vehicle and insurance giving me freedom and autonomy to do this on my own.

 

I’m grateful for all the hard work my parents did to make sure I had didn’t have to get a job to help support the family (like my step father was expected to do as an early teen). This allowed me the opportunity to focus on my studies, scouts, and running, while also have a close relationship with my friends and girlfriend. So much they did for me that I was oblivious to.

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