Home, off to New Orleans, maybe this year I won't need to babysit. Surely, surely the benefit of being on the road so much is that the NXT kids are looked after by someone else. Then again, word that next year they're going to be doing shows to go up against the indy promotions trying to ride on the coattails of Wrestlemania sounds like this might be the last year of just worrying about Axxess and Hall Of Fame.
I had a conversation the other day about life getting so busy. When did it happen? I used to drive hours upon hours a day to get from one show to another, be able to fit a gym workout in, get to the show, plan a match, wrestle, get stiffed from a promoter, scrounge up enough cash to pay gas and drive to the next show. Life feels a lot more faster paced at the moment. Sleep means you miss things. The conclusion we came to was that it has to be technology. Now, when you leave work, work can still be accessed on your phone. The emails still come through at all hours of the day. You don't arrange a place to meet someone at a specific place and make sure you get there on time, you can now text to say, hey, I'm standing under the big tree near the entrance, or hey, running late, I'll be there in 10. You used to have to be on time, and you wouldn't start a new task in fear that it would make you late. So, you put more things off, less was fit into a day, and we had more time to ourselves. You would think that getting things done quicker would result in more free time, but somehow, it's resulted in less. It's hard to turn off from the outside world, family, friends, work, the news, and just spend time with one or two special people. There's always that tempting buzz that you just have to check in case it's urgent.
I think I've said it before, I went from acting 18 to acting about 40. I went from looking about 18 to looking about 50, too. I lost my babycheeks and gained some wrinkles. I try to keep clean shaven, but when I don't, there's definitely some grey coming through, the hairline is receding more and more. I missed those years in between and sometimes I wonder what I missed out on. I've only ever seriously dated about three women, and even in those relationships my mental state wasn't one that matched my age. I'm happy with where I am, and I'm happy to act and look in my 40s or 50s, but it's hard not to wonder, in this age where every experience is almost tangible through technology, what did I miss?