(Pipe) dreams of flight?

Since the beginning of this year, I've been re-embarking on an old dream of obtaining my private helicopter license and then moving on up to commercial.
Being that I was never in the air in anything prior to my first helicopter flight in a Robinson R-44 in January, I never truly realized the thrill of being in mid-air, unsuspended.
After putting in some new research and taking a second successful discovery flight in another Robinson R-44 last month, that old dream has been reinvigorated.
Monetary gains from a career-path aside, helicopter flight could also be looked at as another instrument in the war on stress.
What better way to achieve a sense of peace than hovering two-thousand feet above pretty much everything that's been troubling you?

I already realize the costs involved and the amount of training needed to satisfy FAA regulations.
However, the amount of detractors I've been running into hasn't exactly been short in number.
Some say the job prospects begin to dwindle the longer it takes me to complete any step in the training process.

There have also been suggestions to attempt the US Army routes as well.
That has been attempted on a couple of occasions, but with my personal nature, I'm putting the dignity of myself and the armed forces ahead of personal gain and being mindful of any potential, disastrous "wash-outs" in any phase of their training steps.

With that said, this "out-of-pocket" route seems to be the one I'm firmly seeking to follow once the initial funds have been set aside and I've developed a domicile near suitable training centers.
As long as a road everyone else makes the process out to be, it'll be much more worth it in the personal accomplishment department in the far-future sense of things.
Better to get the plan formulated into action and executed now.
I personally don't want to be miraculously old and grey, wondering why I never accomplished that one thing in life I always wanted to do.
So for all those detractors out there letting their personal responsibilities of kids, marriage, relationships, numerous work commitments,. etc dictate the decisions of free people around them;

This is my dream, and I believe that there is your pipe. So do yourself a favor and stay stuck in it.
I got a reality of flight to conjure up.

Job hopping to just plain, jumping ship.

Don't know how many people actually still read this, but I've been through some dark times over the last couple of months.
From a lengthy time at a rather nice place of employment in a industry I've been troubled with, to just wanting to get away from it.
The pressures of commercial vehicle driving aren't for everyone and the fact that I've entered and exited with the frequency of a person who doesn't know when to quit until it's too late is one sign in many that I should just stay away for good.
By staying away for good, I should do two things;

1)Get back into a previous job that didn't leave me with the clenching feel of anxiety everyday.
I've been employed in the security field for longer than I've driven trucks.
I go to work, make sure all tasks required of the post I'm assigned are completed, then go home(could be anywhere, really) and do what I please with my downtime. No sweating work until I'm actually there again.

2)While working a regular job where it's easy to keep it separated from personal life, I should refocus on a field of study in college that I found interesting and worth doing.
Vocational-tech fields like welding and vehicle maintenance were courses of study that kept me coming back and yearning for more.
In addition to the classes not really feeling like classes, the types of people attending were from varied walks of life and this enjoyable, yet productive common goal actually made me more sociable to the point of knowing physical people in real time.

Looking back on positive experiences like this and racking them up against the multitudes of negativity I've experienced every time I've been on the road makes me wonder.
If not driving trucks gave me more positive and productive experiences than driving trucks, then why did I complain about not doing it for so long?

The answer to this lies in the fact that I was having a bad home life and just needed to find a different place to lay my head at the end of the day.
The only thing trucking has afforded me in the productivity department thus far is discovering and finding a liking for places I thought about moving to.
Since I've found those certain places, I feel it's time to get on with things I want to do and to stop suffering from these daily bouts of anxiety pangs I get every time I attempt to get myself out onto that 2-8 lane stretch of Hell known as The Freeway.

It's up to me to see to it that this latest company I've jumped to will be the last and that I could finally say goodbye to it within the next 5-6 months.