Oh no, I think I'm over it

Crap.
I was sitting in my regular Monday morning 8am astronaut meeting when something they said triggered the thought I never ever thought I'd think:

I think I'm over this astronaut thing.

Oh rats. Oh no. I've become one of those wanna-be-has-beens-burn-outs. All my life I have wanted to be an astronaut. Now...meh...

Don't get me wrong, if they ever take astronaut applications again, I'll certainly apply (could be fun) but it appears it's no longer the #1 thing on my radar. If I never fly in space, I'm already over it.

Not sure what caused it. Could be that priorities have shifted, leading me to realize there are bigger things in life to be concerned over at this point. Maybe it's the little booger's fault somehow. Could be that I am pretty fulfilled in my current career that it's easy enough to be over the astronaut thing just at this time. Could be that I have sat through enough inside astronaut meetings and presentations over the last few months that I've learned a thing or two about the corps and frankly...I'm just disillusioned. Without going into too many details on my blog, I think I'm OK with never getting to space.

I'd hate for people to think I've "given up". It's certainly not that, but I think it's more like more decisions I'm making in life have less to do with possibly being an astronaut one day. Part of me hates that I'm less passionate about it because I've known a few in my time to have tried and tried and "given up". Or appeared to have given up, in my mind. When maybe they hadn't given up. Maybe something just clicked for them and they too said, "meh. It'd be nice but it ain't everything anymore."

Well, yay me. Or boo on me. Either way, that's where I am today. Thank goodness, too. Because it's a little more freeing.

Until the next astronaut application period is announced again (years from now I imagine). Watch me get all crazy again. Blah.