Starting it out.

So, I'm not really sure what inspired me to just start posting my thoughts up on the internet, but as I think about it I get more of a clue. There are things that I think about and worry about that I would love to share with other people, but some of them deserve a thoughtful and deliberate way to convey other than just saying "(insert subject here) is fucked up." Please, if you decide to read this, don't get hung up on grammar, because I hate it. If I have spelling errors that's one thing, because I don't like typos, but I've never been great-shakes at grammar and I don't plan on starting now, after all, this blog is supposed to be for me.

As far as the title goes, it sort of sums up how I'm feeling about life right now. Here's a brief history lesson:
I played water polo for three years, two in high-school and then another year in College. The hardest part of the sport is that you can never put your feet on the bottom of the pool, ever. Most official waterpolo pools are minimum of 8 feet deep, so it's not even an option, so the entire time you are playing you are either swimming, or treading water. Learning how to effectively tread water was a big part of practice. Every morning before we got changed and ready for class, coach would start throwing empty gallon jugs into the pool. Everybody would grab a jug, fill it up with water, and on the whistle we would all hold the jugs straight up over our heads and sit there treading water. Usually the guy who kept his jug up longest would get to show up to morning practice 30 minutes later or something like that. Now I never won the competition, so I never got to sleep in, but I became very proficient at treading water. The only problem was that most people who play waterpolo in high school are also on the swim team, and lots of these guys were state-level competitors who had been swimming nonstop since age 7. This meant that when the game started I was still at a distinct disadvantage. Sure, I could tread water with my arms up all day long, but what good is that when the person you are guarding is already at the other end of the pool scoring a goal.
I am currently finishing up year 2 of a 5 year enlistment in the United States Navy as a surveyor/builder/steelworker/Humvee driver/radio guy/whatever else the Navy wants me to do. I feel that I am good at my job, and that I am a good seabee in general because I learn how to do new things quickly and am fairly adaptable. I've made rank faster than anyone who started the same time I did, and I have already passed one ridiculous 7 month trial-by-fire. The only problem is that I still don't feel like I'm going anywhere. For all the work I do and all the things I put up with, all I'm doing is becoming proficient at treading-water. I don't want to stay in the Navy and I don't really care to work construction when I get out, therefore forward progress is at a minimum. Granted work is not everything, and it's really my only complaint. I have a wonderful wife whom I love more than oxygen and a nice place to live, a cat and dog, and good family and friends.

Just wish that I could also be the guy who comes to practice 30 minutes late tomorrow.