Why I Drove to RAF Lakenheath & Mildenhall to Watch Planes

Last Friday, I found myself standing beneath the shadow of an E4 military jet as it landed at RAF Mildenhall.

I hadn’t planned to be there.
I didn’t know it was coming.
I was just following a quiet urge to get out, drive, and breathe.

What I got instead was a reminder.
Of who I am.
Of what lights me up.
Of how essential it is to stop fighting your own rhythm and start living in it.

For me, aviation has always been more than a passing interest. It’s a thread that connects me to something bigger. It gets me out of the house. It gives me purpose. And on days when I feel stuck or heavy, it pulls me back into movement — into life.

I’ve spent years learning about healing, nutrition, energy, and how the body really works. And what I’ve learned — again and again — is that healing doesn’t just happen in routines and supplements. It happens when you start living like yourself again.

Aviation gets me there.
It doesn’t ask me to be anything I’m not.
It just invites me to show up.

To feel wonder.
To move.
To breathe.
To be me.

And that’s the point, really.
This isn’t about aircraft — it’s about alignment. About choosing the version of your life that makes your nervous system feel safe and alive. About following joy, not because it’s a luxury, but because it’s a lifeline.

That’s why I share this.
Not to show off what I caught on camera.
But to offer something simple:

Whatever your version of aviation is — follow it.

It might not look impressive from the outside. It might not be anyone else’s idea of “wellness.” But if it brings you back to yourself, it’s not a hobby. It’s medicine.

I captured the whole moment — the E4, the quiet drive, the sky, the reminder — in this short video.
If you need that nudge to come back to yourself, this might be it.

Watch it here: https://youtu.be/h5lAaZXrskY

—Colin