I have been thinking WAY too much lately.
Since I was young I wanted to be a bad ass guitarist in a bad ass rock band. With little to no support at home the dream slowly died as well as my guitar playing. Now that my ride in life is about half way over I am thinking more and more about "why did I give up"?
I am thankful for what I have but how did I end up in the construction business? I never built crap when I was young or cared about how things were built.
Someone tell about following your dream and fulfilling it. I would love to read it.
Or tell about your "plan" never coming to fruition.
Could this be the mid life crisis people talk about?
ps. I think the whole "Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll" would have killed me within a few years of super stardom.
