Man. It's been 8 years apparently since I last posted here. I don't even know if anyone who was part of my core group back in the day is even still here.
I don't know if this is still kosher on Tumblr, if it's still a place to word vomit, but I needed a space to get some thoughts out. So here we are.
I love my life. I'm more successful professionally than I would have thought possible at this point in my life 10 years ago, I'm still madly in love with my wife (who I'll have been married to for 10 years in July), we have an absolutely amazing 5 year old daughter, and we live in a place that people dream about living. Objectively, I have very little to complain about. However, for some reason, I have had a nagging feeling of unfulfillment. I think it's the artistic side of me? I don't really have an outlet for music beyond singing in the car and I don't really have the time for something more structured and that's frustrating.
Just to clarify, this isn't a call to action, it isn't a plea for help, it's just the ramblings of a guy who's privileged enough to where his biggest personal problem is that he feels out of touch with what was once a big part of his identity. It's me coming to a place that is steeped in nostalgia as I feel nostalgic about an era long past.
That's all.
Side note: I unironically used "back in the day". I'm going to go scream into the void as I grapple with that.















