Contentment, finding it is tough.

Well, this year has been feeling better than before, I've gotten to see 1964 the Tribute at last and will see three Mariner games, hopefully featuring Raul Ibanez and Michael Morse. I will also be spending time with my Dad in July. However, the title is referring to the fact that despite moving out, buying tickets to three Mariner games, making plans to see a heavy metal tribute in my hometown, a Bad Company/Lynyrd Skynyrd concert down South by Seattle AND a Sammy Hagar show over by Marysville (and I'm convinced more artists are likely to announce themselves before the month of May is out), I get annoyed that I don't think I can see Robert Plant and Tony Iommi perform over at the Gorge Amphitheatre over East by Ellensberg. Why? I have more than I could ask for, I'm on my own, I have a good church, good friends, good family, good plans, I don't need this classic English Bluesman or the original heavy metal band to be happy, so why do I act like I do, clawing at friends and sort-of friends as though if I don't get this, I will drown and die unsatisfied. Maybe it's that they're old. Maybe it's that the world is fallen. Or maybe it's just the same old anxiety.