Good Luck...
Nostalgia hit me like a set of bricks the other day. I forgot to breathe. I thought about where I am now and where I wanted to be at this time three years ago.
How the hell did I get here? When did all this happen? Is this ok? Am I really ok with this? All of these questions run through my head as I was having a discussion with someone about how a girl I work with said her husband told her one morning before going to work, “good luck”, instead of “ have a good day”.
I work as an ophthalmic technician. How did I enter into this career field? Why am I working in an environment like this? What happened to being involved with radio broadcasting? When and why did I quit music blogging? Why have not been avidly looking for new tunes? Why have I put my guitar down? Why can’t I find the time to listen to a song and give a proper review to someone who sent me their very own song? Where did I stray?
Several questions no answers. It’s funny how one choice can ripple out and cause you to go in all different directions.
As I continue to let these questions go on a loop in my head, the only answer I can come up with is...time. I have lost all track of time. Seriously?!
I had plans of leaving southern Indiana and well... here I am. I got caught up with a man and a fantasy from when I was young. He was everything I imagined and more. Now, here I am. Here I am.
I don’t know where the direction of The Trebled Wanderer is going (much like my life), but I feel like if I just write, it’ll all piece back together. Slowly, but surely. Like I said, one choice can ripple out and cause you to go in all different directions.
~Peace, Happiness and Music~










