Perhaps it was just one too many meetings. Or maybe it's just too many days in a row with too many meetings. Or maybe it's all the traveling I've been doing. I don't understand it completely, but something just snapped last week. Any enjoyment that I have found in work just sort of left. Vanished. Poof!

For a minute there, at 3:00 AM last Tuesday morning, to be specific, I was seriously contemplating becoming a fishing guide and giving up the political and/or corporate life.

I have a couple of close friends that own fishing shops. In case this sounds suspect, consider how much of my life I spend hanging out with fishermen. So it's not unlikely that these guys would become my friends. Unless, of course, you happen to believe that I am incapable of actually making friends. But I digress.

Anyway, these flyfishing friends are always laughing at me. I enter the fly shop talking on my cell phone. I hang up. We talk. The phone rings. I prefer to take these calls outside, so I step out onto the street. I finish and re-enter the shop. I'm stressed. I haven't been fishing lately. My friend talks of his last trip to Russia, or his next trip to Belize, or that fall extravaganza to British Columbia, anticipating a week of leisurely fishing for Steelhead in relative solitude. My envy is palpable. Why or why don't I go to BC, too.

Last week I seriously considered running away from home. But I'm better now. So I'll continue on. At least for a while. But I can dream of being a river guide, traveling the world in search of big trout. Anything to escape from my insane world............
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