6gun, I can so relate. I was our paper/yearbook editor in high school and took photog classes in college. Had every intention of being a photojournalist but somehow ended up being an investment broker (and now a mom and back to horses full time). I do miss being in a darkroom, might be weird but I even miss the smell of dektol. There's something to be said about not instantly knowing if you got a good shot until you develop your negatives. I started with my mom's F1 that she used in her photog classes in school. I still have it, I really should take it in and have the foam replaced so I can play with it for fun.
Life is like a camera. Focus on what's important, Capture the good times, Develop from the negatives and if things don't work out, Take another shot.