I’ve removed the below text from my previous post. Not only does it distract from the point I was trying to make. It also sounds like driveling self pity.
All the same, I wrote it, so not gonna hide it. More and better to follow…
I’ve played guitar for over 30 years on and off. Not great, but not bad either. I can write songs, and learn many songs on the radio by ear. That was my passion growing up. These days, I don’t play so much. I don’t feel a passion about anything in my life. Like a life’s mission or whatever.
I want to be my own hero, but I’m not this dynamic person. Lately, I don’t feel so heroic. But here I , working on all these things in my life. Up at 2 am now. Most people would just roll over and fall back asleep. I’m not the person I’m proud to be yet, but at least I’m thinking in that direction.
Today at work, I was busy. A lot of people were, but I just felt like this island. I’m introverted, but need people. Weird, I know. I was lonely today. I had a few interactions with GDG and the family, but by 8 30 I was done..in bed.
Now I’m up at 2, feeling lonely. Wife was squirming around the bed some so put a hand on her shoulder. She grabbed one finger of my hand and moved it off her shoulder. I just got up and brushed my teeth, got some water and came to the den to try and fall asleep again.
This post makes no sense right now. I’m not sure why writing or what the point is anymore.