What the FaCK

So the first snowboard trip of the year went down this past week. No new snow anywhere in Colorado, but to not work and sleep during the night instead of the day was a breath of fresh air. My packing job was a sore sight for the first trip, with shit flying everywhere in my car, but everything seemed to pan out well. Did a little thing for TV with some friends, rode some new gear, rail jam in the downtown of Denver went well and did some urban photo stuff. All in all a good trip...

...The problem was coming back to reality. After being gone for only a week, that seemed like a month, I find myself back to my typical routine that has defined my living for the last 8 months. I got to thinking...Where the hell did the time go. Is it that easy for us to simply fall back into a comfort zone and forget that there is a world out there full of amazing people, imagery and inspiration. Why are we so conditioned to take what we are given instead of fighting for what makes us happy. I think i need to quit my job.