I find it refreshing to remember why I am doing what I am doing and ponder how I got "here". I think back to another century, when things seemed a lot simpler....
1990 and life was good. I had my first flying job that paid actual money. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get by on and to get my first set of two wheels.
I will try to remember these days when I am hauling my backside out of bed at 4-in-the-am tomorrow to do "what I love"........