Here I am a again

Once again, I find myself hiding from the hundreds of people viewing my blog on Facebook. I love writing for the masses, but there are things that people would not understand. Things that make me and for the people who know me only on Facebook, they are the things that seem my bedrock.
If you know me, you know that I am impulsive and a quick decision maker. I take the best possible decisions that I have in front of me at that moment and decide. I by no means am a wait and see kind of guy. I guess running a business as the CEO would be either make or break with me at the helm. Today though, I pondersomething else so great that it may change who I am.
As I stood in the net tonight waiting for the puck to be shot at me, I thought about how much I enjoy the game. At that time, I was not enjoying anything. I was simply standing and waiting. This was not like when I was on team red and stood, and stood and stood. This was like me getting quite a few shots and still standing. I doubt I am sad over the large amount of goals I let in each game. It's more along the lines of am I happy?
Well everyone, the answer is no I am not. Years ago, before the Army, I loved snowboarding so much that it consumed me. I would use whatever time and money I had to devote myself to snowboarding. If I could not make it to the ski hill, I went to the sledding hill. From this alone, you should be gathering that I find certain things and obsess about them for long periods of time. Well I think that time has come, and now it is fading.
When I moved to Colorado, I was in snowboarding heaven. I have every single great hill you can think of. Then one day, another sport that I enjoyed in high school came to me: hockey. I embraced hockey and kicked snowboarding to the curb. I obsessed for about 2 years and I think I am having a withdrawl now. Things don't seem to be as fun anymore. Winning is not as cool. I go to the gym and I think I have more fun at the gym than I do at hockey games. Hell, the only reason I started going to the gym was to get in shape for hockey. How could it be that I end up liking the gym more than hockey? Whats worse, what'll happen when and if this gym idea fades away?
I have come to this mini-conclusion because my family is away in Wisconsin. They are visiting relatives and I miss them. I have realized life's great things and hockey is just another activity. There are more things to life than just hockey. I want to be the best at whatever I do, and if that's not hockey then what is it?
I thought writing would be it, but as it turns out I do not like writing for a career. Pay is shitty plus people are assholes. You can make someone famous quick, but they are usually dickheads getting there. Anyone who knows the saying 15 minutes of fame has probably not heard about the 30 minutes of getting ready for it.
At this point, my best option is to stick with hockey. But everyone should know that I am getting bored.