Wanted to share my depression story..sometimes this not just about shooting... I worked hard my whole life to reach my career goal..to be in charge and run a large corporate flight department. I flew every piece of crap with wings for years, lived below poverty level wages for years, did without when I couldn't afford to do with, and finally at 39 yrs young, found myself at the top of the ladder...least I not forget to mention all the great men that taught me, shaped me, and helped me along the way..it is their success in teaching a bull headed person, not mine that finds me where I am..this being said, once I reached this point in my life, I found myself becoming more and more depressed, more restless, more unhappy. We are taught our whole lives to always archive greater things, push forward, don't set idle, reach for more. When is more enough? Hell, I found myself thinking of quitting probably the best corporate job in America! I wish I could say it was some life changing event, but it has more than likely been an ulcer the size of a dinner plate, a wonderful family, and finally turning my life over to God again, that led me to realize how fortunate I am. I have a job most pilots would kill for, few will every have the fortune to achieve. It's hard to learn to be happy with what you have, and quite worrying about what you don't. This is not to say that I don't still find my head in a dark, smelly place from time to time(my own ass!), but instead of allowing this depression of achieving something and then not knowing what to do, I try very hard to realize how very blessed I am, and not forget those that aren't as fortunate as myself, especially in days world.
All this said, I've spent the last 6years shooting competitive long range rifle. I actually made the US F-Class team. The team spent the last four years preparing for the world shoot that just happened this past August out in Raton, NM. I wasn't apart of it...along the way, between life, family, work, I'd quit enjoying it..I actual dreaded going to a team shoot or tryout, as it had become work..hard work..and I shoot because it relaxed me, I had fun...so, I stepped aside this past year, put down my rifle, and picked up a pistol again this past spring. I enjoy shooting pistol..I look forward to going to matches, get excited on the drive to the range. In May, I shot the Arkansas Sectional championships. I'd been shooting well, pushing hard to make master this year...the match was a disaster. Everything that could go wrong, I did wrong..I spent days afterward replaying all me screw ups in my head. ..Then, in July, after more than a year since touching my long range rifle, I picked up it up again, drove up to Camp Perry on the banks of Lake Erie, and spent a wonderful week shooting the US Mid-range national championships...caught up with old friends, never once thought about having to shoot a perfect vertical target..just had fun....now, above my desk, hanging on my wall is the 2013 US F-Class Mid-Range National Championship trophy. We can't always win nor will we, but I'm convinced that as long as we are enjoying what we do, winning will come more often..and easier..as if proof of my theory, my shooting buddy, who quit shooting long range several years ago when he wasn't interested in chasing the US Team thing like I was, just won the Tennessee Mid-Range Championships...his love is now USPSA and has been for a good while. He eats, sleeps, breathes pistols now...he hadn't handled a rifle in over two years..we just went, and had fun..
Edited by falconpilot, 18 November 2013 - 11:40 PM.