Rising From The Ashes

I've been kind of down on this whole aging concept lately. Maybe it's because my knees started predicting the weather in Minnesota. Or maybe it's just the fact that I can't seem to handle the sleep deprivation as well as I used to any more. In any event, I just can't get over the fact that I'm not eighteen, and maybe your needs change as you move into those *dare I say it?* middle-aged years. I've been reflecting on my regrets for quite a while now. It kind of started a few months ago, when a random comment from some idiot blowhard caused me to feel like I stopped making a difference out here in the field. It's amazing how one negative remark can overshadow all of the positive feedback throughout the last decade of my career, including all of the words of encouragement since then. Maybe I've just been hiding for the last few years. It's amazing how one can hide in the largest crowds, as a faceless traveler throughout various cities across the USA. Well, it's time for a comeback, with a vengeance . . . To be continued. See ya.