I've lived in this teeny, tiny, wonderful little town for almost 8 months now. And I've been asking (axing, to those who keep it most real) myself:
Have I given up? It's a conversation that my wife and I have had a few times recently.
Here's the deal: I moved to Minneapolis to conquer everything. And I mean EVERYTHING: The music scene (was in a band), the writing scene (was working on a book...still am), the whole SCENE scene, man. I had friends in the music scene, the literary scene, the art scene. My time was NOW.
It never happened.
So, I decided to get away from the big, scary city, get back to my comfy roots, and live in this town. And I've sort of wondered if I've just given up. On life, on ambitions, on everything.
My decision: No. (My friend may disagree with me, but I think it's true.)
Here's what I HAVE realized:
I do everything half assed. Everything.
Whether it's guitar playing, writing, blogging, poker playing, masturbating, whatever...
Not really sure what to do with that right now, since it's a fairly recent discovery. I mean, I guess I've known it all along, but didn't really come to the "discovery" until now.
Wow, does that sound like I just came out of the closet or what??
Anyway, I feel like my life has been summed up by a Homer Simpson quote: "If something's not worth doing half assed, it's not worth doing at all."
That's me, in a nutshell.
Comments? Questions? Concerns/and/or inspirations?
(I'll probably only skim your responses, since that's how I apparently roll)