go fishing

Growing up, their was not a week that went by that I did not wet my line. I went less in college but I still managed to get out there pretty often. Now I graduated and joined the real world one year ago and I have gone fishing zero times. It’s rather depressing. I guess finishing must be my reflection time or something. Lately I feel like I have been so busy that I’m starting to forget who I am and what I stand for. Maybe it’s because I live in the city now and fishing holes are not so easily accessible. Nevertheless, I need to fight a fish and it’s high time that I take off work and go. Okay, I’m done bitching.