Noon – Gold Medal game.  US Vs. Canada.

4:30pm – Stick time at the local rink.   First time back on the ice since July.

Pretty psyched on that last part.  I need to get out and play so bad.  I suffer from the worst ever “paralysis by analysis.”

Example:  I am a pretty good hockey player in my own right.  Because of job switching a couple of times, being a dad and husband, cost, etc, I sort of dropped off of the map of playing in recent months.  It’s a shame because it’s without question my favorite thing to do that doesn’t involve Sarah or Max.  Now, I could have been playing recently, but I haven’t, because I’m afraid my game has slipped to the point where I will have forgotten how to play.

Forgotten how to play.  Me.  Totally absurd, I know.  So, I am hoping that with my wife’s blessing and having completed some things I need to do around the house this morning (new hire paperwork for one (more on that later), Graduate School applications for another) I can get out for an hour and skate.

I will still know how to skate.

I will still be able to stickhandle.

I will still be able to fire accurate wristshots.

Sure, I may be a little rusty, but to NOT play, is even more ridiculous.

I really think the source of all my life-issues, stress, and bouts of depression deal with the paralysis-by-analysis conundrum I find myself in so often.  It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s that I render even the most insignificant decisions down to nothing.  It’s like turning a Mt. Everest into sand, even though the problem, issue, or decision wasn’t that big to begin with.

Wow this post went from celebrating a return to hockey, to dissecting my psyche.