I've Been Lucky Enough To Fly To

Still, I Also Know That Most People, Including Me, Tend To Applaud The Wrong Things: The Showy, Dramatic Record-setting Sprint Rather Than The Years Of Dogged Preparation Or The Unwavering Grace Displayed During A String Of Losses. Applause, Then, Never Bore Much Relation To The Reality Of My Life As An Astronaut, Which Was Not All About, Or Even Mostly About, Flying Around In Space.

Focus On The Journey, Not On Arriving At A Certain Destination.

In All Of The Movie Portrayals, A Spacewalking Suit Seems Sort Of Insignificant, Like A Pair Of Shorts And A T-shirt. No One Thinks Much About It. But It's A Spaceship, Not A Spacesuit, An Entire Life-support Mechanism That's Incredibly Complex And Cumbersome. It's Very Difficult To Put On And Off. You Have To Run It The Whole Time You Are Wearing It, And It Redefines How You Move. It's Like If You Put On A Wetsuit And A Snowmobile Suit And Froze Yourself Solid And Then Tried To Go And Do Work.

There Is No Problem So Bad That You Cannot Make It Worse

You Can't Change The Bricks, And Together, You Still Have To Build A Wall.