Waiting For That Rocket

I thought I was going to be able to get a post a day written for at least a couple weeks, but unfortunately I hit a wall upon returning from Isleboro.

I’m not sure why, but since returning from there (and I’m not saying there’s a correlation and certainly no causation) I’ve been in this funk of royal proportions.

I’ve been pissed off at the world, feeling like crap both physically and psychically, and completely re-evaluating where I am, what I am, and who I’m doing it with. I cannot tell a lie – I hate, hate, HATE feeling like this.

I’m 26 years old, isn’t that a little young for a mid-life crisis?