Try saying that three times, fast!
I’m officially in a slump. I don’t know what is wrong with me (besides not getting any sleep). I want to be happy, but every time I try, I feel like there’s something in the way. Last night I found out that a friend of mine from my Leadership Fort Worth class passed away. He was 30. Apparently he was cleaning his gun in preparation for an upcoming camping trip and it went off accidentally.
Barrett was one of the coolest people I’ve known. I referred to him as the human version of caution tape. You always wanted to be around him, but you had to be prepared because ANYTHING could happen. He was funny, intelligent and definitely a ladies man. He was the first person to call me when I left the Rangers. He was so genuinely excited for me and was determined to help me find my new passion. He was a really great guy and although I didn’t get to know him incredibly well, I’ll miss his witty emails and seeing his face in every single volume of Ft Worth Magazine and D Magazine.
I hate guns.
So, I’ve spent the day crying about everything and nothing all at the same time. On paper, it looks like I should be the happiest person in the world. I have my health, loving family and friends, a job and a wonderful place two live with the love of my life and two of the best dogs in the world. What is wrong with me?
I know that this too shall pass, but it’s just a tough time right now. I wasn’t kidding when I said that I needed that beach vacation…