Time for a change?
Unfortunately, since I didn’t marry rich, I still have to spend most of my time wishin I was fishin - i.e. workin. Today was another poignant reminder of how closely I’ve toyed with the notion of dropping work altogether, without another job prospect, for two reasons: 1) to send a self-important message to my employer (who has officially promoted 5 out of maybe 75 employees over the past 7 months, one of which is upper management anyway) that their upcoming damage control is too little, too late; and 2) I have no desire to contribute to society since I find most of society’s desires ridiculous and pathetic. OK, the latter is hyperbole, but I’m lazy by nature and find that fighting cosmic forces never ends well.
Right now I find my attention focused on the weird but entrancing mystique of central Oregon’s Metolius River. An oversized spring creek, it’s the only place I’ve been that truly haunts me. And the huge bull trout that willingly gulp down 8” streamers and put a hurtin on an 8wt certainly don’t help to abate my sickness.
