Where I Will Be

I have not been as active on Prose as I used to be. Though this is not what this post is about, nor is it why you were tagged, I will briefly cover that before getting to the important information: the reason why I tagged Proserville and the writers of The Kincade Chronicles. To my followers who I have also tagged: sorry. The mass-tagging of all of my followers will happen next to never. Just warning those of you who want to know.

When I started, I was making sure I was posting once a week. I kept this up for almost six months, and then I burned myself out. Finally recovered from my burn out, I wrote Home, which I thought was great, and the feelings seemed to be shared with those who read it. Then all of the group projects were started, so I shifted focus to those, which is why I did not write much after that entry. I have something planned, and I am hoping to write it soon, though I do not know when I will write it because, as I stated, I have shifted my focus to the books that were started.

Over the course of my burn out, I realized that writing is a hobby that I am supposed to enjoy. Forcing myself to write will just produce poorly written stories and cause unnecessary stress. If I do not have time, I do not have to write. Eventually, I will figure out a schedule again; but, for now I will be posting whenever I have the time/inspiration to write. I have a couple stories planned, and, who knows, maybe I will finally work on the book I promised all those months back.

Now for the important part. Huge news. And with this huge, amazing news, there is a little bit of bad news for my Prose family.

On Friday, my Civil Air Patrol squadron (and a few other squadrons) were given the amazing opportunity to go to an Air National Guard base to fly in a C-130 (which, for those of you who do not know, is a military cargo plane). The flight was amazing, I learned a lot in the talks and tour before the flight, and standing in the cockpit while the pilots bob and weave through the air was amazing. They also opened the cargo door, and two of the crew walked onto it.

That was incredible. One of the coolest things I have ever done. I did not think that the day could get any better, but it did.

Many of the cadets in my squadron, including myself, wish to become a pilot. Knowing this, the senior members were trying to find a flight instructor who was willing to come to the airport where we hold meetings to train us how to fly. They were hoping to aid in the cost a little bit by doing more fundraisers. In fact, during the tour I mentioned to one of the senior members that, since we had done it before, we could probably hold a fundraiser where I work.

On the way home, we stopped at a gas station to drop off one of the cadets whose parents wanted to meet us somewhere along the route, rather than at the airport since they lived along the route. Once there, one of the senior members (you do not know how much I want to use names) exited his truck, climbed into the passenger seat of the van I was in (the senior members who were in the front had stepped out to stretch their legs) and said, “How many of you want to become pilots?”

In his magnificent way of explaining things, he told us this: there was a senior member who went to a squadron not far from us. This man was willing to give us our flying lessons one hundred percent for free. We would not be paying a dime! On top of that, if the weather is bad, he owned an FAA approved flight simulator, which he purchased with his own money, that we will be allowed to use.

Immediately you may be thinking: what’s the catch? The catch is that we have to show initiative and dedication to becoming a pilot.

My heart did somersaults. I began to shake. It is things like this that make me believe in God. As many of you know, I was struggling with figuring out my future. What am I supposed to do? What is my next step? After a lot of support from friends, family, and you guys, I decided to take life one step at a time and rely on God to lead me to the right path in life. I prayed about my future on a daily basis, and I placed it in His hands. Lo and behold, only a couple weeks later, “the chance that [I] asked for… showed up on my doorstep like, thud-thud, I’m here” (LAYERS by NF). I went to God, and $10,000 worth of flight training was offered to me for free.

It’s… it’s… “unbelievable (yes, yes), inconceivable” (CLOUDS by NF. I am a little obsessed. Okay, maybe a lot a bit. Don't judge me!). One of my dreams quite literally fell into my lap.

So what does this mean? Why did I tag you? Well, I tagged you to announce that I will not be as active as I want to be. I need to focus on my studies. I have driver’s ed to finish, and I need to study for the tests that are prerequisites for taking flying lessons.

What will this mean for Proserville and Kincadia (I hope you don’t mind my calling it that)? I will still be as actively involved in those projects as I can be, but if I find myself unable to make a deadline, I will ensure that you know what is going on.

For those of you who tag me: feel free to continue doing so. I will still read it.

I will learn more details about what is going to happen on Tuesday. I will make sure to update you (Kincadia and Proserville). I have four more weeks of school if I am not mistaken, by that point, I should be able to start writing more frequently.

Thank you for the love and support! I love you guys… and I mean it!

Until next time,

~CJ