The Masters no one will know about

Last week, I spent a week in La Crosse that has literally changed my life. I went into the week very much "blah" about the whole thing. I'd spent a lot of money for some pretty lame classes, I was spending another chunk of money on this week and hotel and food....I was NOT inspired to say the least.



But for whatever reason, something happened. I don't know if it was our speakers, the people I was there with, or just the fact I was part of a larger group, but I walked out feeling very much a different person: refreshed, revitalized, and with a renewed sence of what it was that I wanted with my life.



I've shared this via Facebook and a running site that I post with as I'm finding the power of the written word. That Saturday, I spent all day just restless, not happy, needing an outlet, and after writing that, I felt 100% better. Finding that outlet for that emotion was huge. I need to get back into the habit of this blog because of that very reason, the outlet, the release of things that need to be released.



I titled this "the masters no one will know about" for that reason. I've walked around for a few days just needing to tell this to someone, ANYONE. Facebook won't work because of the people who are on there, the running site either because of some of the jackasses who reside there, so here I am! :)



Like I said above, I've not felt this refreshed in a LONG time, at least three years, probably longer. However, with this Masters has come some major disappointments. First, my wife. She kind of pushed me into this, supported me on all the classes, but has been really distant with this week. She showed up Thursday night kind of cold, and Friday I find that she didn't bring our good camera, but my daughter's camera with limited flash, limited zoom. Not a bad camera, but not our "good camera". Her response to this: well, you've not acted like this was a big deal before. True statement, but she's always acted like it was, and for her to marginalize it kind of sucks. Plus, no card, very little "congratuations", just left me with a real bad taste in my mouth.



My other major disappointment were my parents. They've never been huge into the "follow the kid around to be supportive" which I understand, but I invited them and they said no. No card, no phone call, no email to say good job, nothing. My brother, I understand, I never really invited him and don't expect much from him any more as his in-laws are very much controlling and he's fallen right into that little trap. But my parents, I expected something from them, even if it was only an email to say: we are proud of you.



Those two things have been eating at me since Saturday night and it's good to tell someone, even if that someone is just my blog! :-P