I’m going to be a pilot. A paragliding pilot (eventually).

Just before the trip to Michigan, I decided to try my hand at paragliding by attending an introductory class at a local café. It took me less than half an hour into the session to realize that I wanted to do it.

During a brief pause in the instructor’s lecture, the only another woman in the class excitedly remarked that she could sense my enthusiasm for paragliding. I’m looking forward to the possibility of flying alongside her in the future.

What’s reassuring is that I wasn’t the only newbie in the group, which boosted my confidence. With my husband by my side, equally excited about this adventure, I’m eager to give it my all.

I’m fully aware that there’s a lot for me to learn, and I understand that a bit of embarrassment and uncertainty is the price of admission to mastery. It’s challenging for me to let others see me struggle, fearing it makes me appear useless to people, and there’s probably a dash of pride mixed in there too. However, I constantly have to remind myself that everyone starts somewhere on their journey to expertise.