Seriously, two things come to mind.
#1 Complete stubbornness. Tell the night who is boss! Maybe take off 1/2 hour before sundown and just fly patterns for 3 hours. Do it with a CFI if need be.
Ed, you're spot-on with this bit of advice, and that's what I'm trying to do. I don't mind the dusk or dawn flying, but the dead of night is another story entirely.
In fact, I've come in to the home field at sundown on a number of occasions. But I also know every road, alternate airfield, flat spot, etc in a 25-mile radius of the home field.
Making this whole thing harder is the fact that I
enjoy seeing the sun go down on my way home and landing when the runway lights are on. 'Course, I can still see a pretty good ways since it's not completely dark.
#2 Therapy/counselling. Maybe talking with a licensed professional with this could help. I've seen a couple programs where they took people who were hysterically afraid of spiders, and by the end of their program they were fine with multiple tarantulas crawling all over their body.
I've been thinking about this, but it's a lot like married couples going to an unmarried marriage counselor for help. After I rotated out of the service, there was mandatory counseling with some idiot shrinks on the VA list. Not one of them SOB's had ever been anywhere near a battlefield.
If I could find a good counselor (like Steven) who actually flies and is current, I think that might be easier to deal with and listen to. Problem is, I'm too damned self-reliant--had to be for the past forty-plus professional years.
But I also don't like being ground-bound after sunset.
CJ, the instructor who works out of my hangar, has been going up with me in the pattern at sunset. He's also taken the left seat in the Cardinal once on an attempted dark-of-night trip to Amarillo. I say "attempted" because even though I have absolute confidence and trust in this 14,000+ hour retired AF pilot and instructor, as soon as I lost sight of seeing any lights down below while crossing over ranch country, I made him turn around.
Felt utterly miserable for doing so, but. . .
He suggested me hooking up with some of the pilots I pulled out of the jungles who went right back out and ask them how they did it. . . what mental tricks did they use to get back in the game.
Think I'm definitely going to pursue that angle.
I am neither licensed, nor a professional when it comes to this sort of thing, but the only way I've ever been able to get back to doing things was to just do it.
No, maybe you're not licensed or "professional," but you're one thing that trumps both--you're chock-full of common sense and grounded in the real world.
And, you got guts--plenty of 'em. Taking on that airport project the way youd did and the dedication and effort you've put into your flying and instructing is worth a helluva lot more to many of us than a few goatskins hanging on a wall or a registry in some state/national capital proclaiming that you've met the absolute lowest minimum standards acceptable. . .
Thanks, Ed.
Regards.
-JD