The air is beginning to feel pre-spring-like and it is getting my fishing bones vibrating. I can just imagine the trout fighting valiantly on the end of the line, its incandescent sides reflecting like a rainbow as it turns upstream. Calgon (or Orvis), take me away.
I am plinking away at my computer, wondering if I will have time this weekend to make a jaunt down to Gore, OK to reel in my limit of trout. It would certainly be carthartic...relaxing...enjoyable.
Sometimes, I think we create for ourselves a life that is too busy. A life full of do's. And, then, sometimes I think we imagine our lives busy when, in fact, they are not. We dedicate ourselves to recreation. Watch TV. Watch a movie. Read a book. Play a game. Watch a game. The recreation goes on.
I pray that I may make better choices with my time. Even at 40, I find myself distracted like that dog on "Up!"--"SQUIRREL!!" As beneficial as fishing is to me, personally, I need to evaluate its importance. So, until this weekend, we will see what God plans for me, rather than what I have planned for me.