Sometimes the shit just hits the fan. Things add up on top of each other, you realize you’re nowhere near where you thought you would be at this age, you feel like your day job is going to kill you, and it seems like nothing you are doing or working on really matters a damn. Splat.
That lightning bolt of panic and clarity hit me about 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon. I’m still young and stupid and the more I learn the more I realize I don’t know all that much about life in general, but this much I know to be true: when that feeling sets in it’s time to go fishing.
Nothing settles a soul quite like fishing. Frustration, worry, and stress all melt away. I have found more solutions, answers and great ideas while out on the water than anywhere else. When I was just a young-in, I had a security blanket to turn to when the world got a little too scary. Today, I have fishing. And it always, always make me feel better, even on the days when the weather is shitty and I don’t catch anything.
I fish because it chases the blues away.
