Road to Somewhere

Tonight is my first performance with my new ImprovOlympic team, Crash Davis. I guess I am a little nervous about it, but not really. It's strange that something that brought so much passion to my life once, now seems kinda ho-hum. I still enjoy it, and I find it to be a great release. It is just not as exhilarating as it used to be. During my first few years of improving, I would come off the stage with a strong buzz that compared to cocaine. I would yak on for hours and be filled with energy. Now I could probably go to bed within thirty minutes. I guess I am hoping that its just a phase and the excitement returns. It is pretty disappointing that I feel this way after accomplishing a goal (being on the mainstage at IO) that I chased for the past few years.
I guess I can almost compare it to graduation. You get so worked up about it. Then after it does happen, its hard to believe that was what you were looking forward to. It seems so small and insignificant once it has passed.
When I tell my friends and family this they all mostly say, "So what do you want to do now?". To be honest, I just wanna smoke pot and follow around some of my favorite bands and sports teams. I am 25 and signifigantly in debt, so that may not be a very realistic or mature goal. Can anyone actually just do what they want to? I think that is a myth. Maybe life is one wonderful cycle of compromise and mediocrity, and I should just be happy with what I have going here.