The Luck of the Irish

                   ^Awesome song.

I caught myself playing guitar out on the balcony a few days ago. It's been a while since I've played this much.. But that was a similar situation. I just hope that this one turns out positive. I find this time around to be more difficult. Past mistakes keep rushing around in my head and I end up too afraid to take that step forward. I can face an armed robber, but I'm afraid of this? I get the green light and I want to put the petal to the floor, but it's just out of reach. Actually.. That last sentence is wrong.. I don't have the fire to put the petal to the floor, if I had the ability, I would probably just take it out like a Sunday drive. That is where my problem lies, passion. I have passion for my job, I have passion for my country. But taking out a nice car for a drive.. why am I missing the passion there?
-T