"How the hell'd we wind up like this?"
Nickelback - Someday

So, this is my first venture into the infamous blogosphere. I find it only appropriate to begin with a quote from a Nickelback song. Anyone who knows me knows that I love Nickelback, and anyone who thinks that they don't rock some serious ass can suck a fuck. Since this is probably the first of many blogs to come, I plan on opening all of them with a quote from a song, and include the song and artist, just in case anyone is curious about what's going on with me at the time I'm writing.

So, has anyone ever wanted to take a nap for 20-30 minutes, and you wake up 2 hours later? That shit happeend to me earlier today, and despite waking up rested, it really let me know how stressed out I am. Between dwindling bank accounts, bills rapidly accumulating, working a job that, although I enjoy it, it is taking me no where, and with my life goals still so far away, it seems like my life is stuck in a standstill, and I'm just left with thinking that I'll get my shit together "Someday" (hence, the song).

Despite the aforementioned, it seems like I am still having opportunities to do the things I want to do presented to me. I've been wrestling for one year as of tomorrow, and I have already done more in the business in one year than I ever thought I would, and I realize that there are so many people to thank in that respect. To those people, and you know who you are, I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart for turning my dream into a reality. I truly feel alive every time I step through that curtain, and it's one of the few things that I do that truly brings me joy.

So little else seems to these days. Hangin with my friends, sure. Going to the bars, hell yeah. Hangin with the boys, fuck yes. I am even lucky enough to enjoy my job, even though as I said before, it's not taking me anywhere. Everything else is just real world stress shit. Work is work, bills can blow me, and money is going down like Michael Jackson at a cub scout meeting. Searching for another job in Chico is like digging through a pile of shit to find the one nugget that is gold, not corn (pretty, I know), which is why I am thinking of moving to San Francisco, where there are many more opportunities for me there than here. I think that's a step in the right direction.

Really, this is just me bitching and venting, and I really don't give a good goddamn if no one reads this, or if everyone reads this. I'm hoping that a return to an old practice will help me try to find some peace of mind, which I have come to realize is the absolute best way to get a good night's sleep. I haven't had one of those in a very long time, and I think it's gonna be a very long time before I have one. So I will continue to beware of the dangers of a nap, and I will remember how 20 minutes can, without warning, turn into 2 hours. Until I find some peace of mind, I think I'll be taking a lot of naps.

"I know you're wondering when/You're the only one who knows that..."