well, something else in mine at least...
I am a pretty busy guy, but i find myself bored. I seem to be preoccupied with where I am going, and not enjoying where I am. I don't spend too much time at home, though when I do, I long to be some place else. I am sure this is just a phase, not a permanent rut, but I need a kick along.
I am thinking of a new hobby - blogging is cool and shiz, but I can't sit here reading and writting all all day, that would be terribly anti-social. I am thinking of learning the guitar, but i need one of those devices from the Matrix how you can learn a skill simply by plugging a computer into the back of my head. I am not sure if I have the patience to be a rock star, although, I am positive I have the virtue.
I already play soccer for a couple of teams, and that takes up half of my week - but I am 23 now, I aint never going to make no big leagues... The reason behind this is simple. My old man used to cop a fair bit of stick for playing soccer when he got of the boat from England - in Australia it was commonly known as the game for sheila's, wogs, and poofters - I am sure if you mentioned that statement to someone like David Beckham these days, he would laugh at you - all the way to the bank... anywho - My dad played Australian rules instead, and didn't want me to cop any crap either, so that's what i did! Alas, everyone else grew except me - I don't know how many of you guys know about Aussie Rules football, but it is one tough game, and if you don't have the size - you aren't going anywhere, except straight down.
So yeah, I started playing soccer when I was about 17, and I was angry at my old man, because here was a game where agility and a brain mattered more than brawn and strength... ever since then, my love affair with the round ball has been maintained through following the various European leagues, and playing with my friends - however, there is one side of me that would never be able to entertain the life of a professional athlete, this side can be found on Friday and Saturday nights.
I am finding my feet in my job, I have a bit of direction - yet at the same time, I constantly ask myself if I want to work for the man. I feel like I want to make a difference in the world, but I know I am good at what I do currently and the ever present spectre of failure resides in any new challenge. I have aspirations of travelling, but I love my home and family ever so much - I don't know how much time I could spend so far away from those I care about.
I have a racy mind (in more ways than one) a million thoughts progress a second, and I need to keep my mind busy and focused. Perhaps a martial art close to the eastern philosopies I hold dear would be the answer - Tai Chi is a bit too 'grandma in a park' for my style, so maybe Kung Fu could be the answer. I have heard that martial arts are great for the development of ability for body, mind and soul, I don't want anyone kicking me and crap though! I don't care if it is called 'sparring' keep your hands of the merchandise! you know what I mean? I am seriously considering it though.
I have got one of my friends bikes at my place at the moment, and we have been on a couple of rides, though - I just can't find the reason to go for a little bike ride, I would probably just end up thinking about crap the whole time, and coming back in a mental state of distress! and those crazy drivers on the road, and me on my little bike? these shoes are made for walking. Walking is a good past time, I mean, I just plug in my iriver, and of we go. Portable music is mans greatest invention, just no listening to sad songs. Van Halens 'Jump' can be inspirational when walking on a busy street!
I just don't want to wake up in the morning thinking 'not another day.' The feeling of anticipation and a not so good nights rest because you can't wait for tomorrow is one of life's simple pleasures - sorry kiddies, Christmas and Easter doesn't do that for me anymore... I am seraching for that invigoration, it is not going to find me.