I really struggled with landings too and was embarrassed at how many hours it took me to go solo, especially as at the time I was working with military pilots who usually took less than ten hours. The day after my solo, I escaped from my office to the nearest squadron tea bar belonging to one of the RAF display teams to scrounge a coffee. One of them found out that I’d been solo (at last) and told absolutely everyone else who then came to congratulate me. I asked why he’d made such a big fuss about it when it was such a small deal compared with their levels of experience. He replied that each one of them had only ever done one first solo, and that they could each remember it no matter how many years and thousands of flying hours had elapsed since. A really kind gesture and I finally felt proud of the achievement!! And they all reassured me that it didn’t matter how slowly I was progressing- I WAS progressing and I was enjoying my flying and that’s all that mattered. Wise words.