"It's past time"

So yeah. Yesterday was the first of many festivals. I was underwhelmed. The experience was over extremely fast so there aren't too many memories to hold onto. We rehearsed, we ate, we loaded, we left, we rode, we unloaded, we set-up, we performed, we watched, we were critiqued, we took notes, we loaded up, we rode home, we unloaded, we ate, we watched a movie, we went home. As long-winded as that may sound it was one of the shortest days in recent memory. It was, however, a good day. A tad vanilla but a good day. I've been thinking quite a bit about how much I've caught myself merely enjoying and being entertained by things rather then taking the intiative and stepping off the sidelines to get in the game and do something myself. Creating things doesn't seem to be my shtick though I'd love it to be. I don't know how to make it happen besides actually doing it. But then it seems when I do it I kinda fall and fail. I just read a story about a dog who commmitted suicide. Now this situation poses several questions. First of which, how depressed does a dog have to get to become suicidal? I mean, perhaps after a visit to the vet's office to get neutered he just decided that life without his boys wasn't a life worth living. Or maybe he tried to get along with other dogs and dog groups but didn't seem to fit in. Maybe he thought he didn't have a place in this world after the chihuahua wouldn't invite him to the poker party that all the other dogs in town were going to. Maybe his wife left him for a dachshund. Poor dog.