I am thinking of changing the name of this blog from stephbuildsaplane to stephstaresatapileofmetalandrivetsandfeelsoverwhelmed. Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?!?!
OK. Deep breaths. Maybe some yoga. I can do this. Right? RIGHT???? I have to think that everyone who decides, hey, you know what might be fun? Building an airplane, must hit this point where they question every single decision they have ever made that led to this point. I am there. That is my reality.
It’s a good thing I don’t drink. I may have blown my wing budget on wine. Or whiskey. Or grain alcohol. Whew. I just need to get my feet under me. I am sure that people much more stressed than myself have managed to do this.
But the excitement of waiting for the kit has turned into the reality of it being here and actually putting it together. And then flying something I built. Me. With my degrees in law and French literature.
Ok. Meltdown over. Time to go back to studying the plans.
And don’t forget to go buy airplane coffee so I can afford the therapy I am going to need. www.poweredbypilotfuel.com
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