Monday, May 25, 2015

A Want of Things

The spring has been tough.  I am busy.  Life moves on at a pace that is faster than I am, like an asshole buddy in high school that speeds off four feet as you try and get into his open passenger door, frustrating you at every level yet you still need to get into the car.  But, hey, you gotta have a sense of humor about things.  There was an outing in a thunderstorm at 5AM rowing around in a tin boat and cursing at a fish finder that didn't work, all the while eating reservoir skunk.  There have been half hour trips, running your car at high speeds through the hills to slap your waders on in a window of time that really doesn't, or shouldn't exist.  Like taking one deep breath in the midst of an asthma attack, I suppose.  Feels good and gets me what I need in the moment.  There have been quite a few of those.  There have also inexplicably been some of the best fishing memories made, the gifts, the ones I am surprised were able to happen and the ones that I put no stake in to begin with.  That should teach me something right there.  Yes, it is true, life is moving at a blizzard clip and it is hard to keep up.  But there are freeze-frames that I will carry forever.  I hope that you all are able to slow down some this spring, catch fish, and cherish some memories.  I need to sometimes remind myself that we are all given what we need. A want of things is a different story entirely.