I’ve been
out of the groove for a while. Mostly because of looking for jobs after my
summer trip to Indo, working odd jobs, finally getting hired for a major
airline company, and also getting a part time job as an editor for a book
publishing company. The days of fudging off at Churches for “staycations” have
come to a halt but hopefully not permanently. In June, I’ll be able to swap
shifts and have more flexibility in my time.
I think I
took a lot of things for granted. On the other side of that coin, I can also
say that I was enjoying life and having fun flying by the seat of my pants, and
even though I have two part time jobs, three if you count the military, I still
kind of am flying by the seat of my pants. But I have to be wiser in how I do so.
I can’t just take off down south for waves if I work that day. And if I’m
backed up in my editing work, then chances are I’ll be surfing close to home or
maybe won’t surf at all if the waves don’t look worthy.
Being a
husband has also changed things a little. I’m a selfish bastard, but I have to
tone down on that as well. “Happy wife, happy life,” as my best friend said.
“And then they still aren’t happy.” That last one was from my friend Jonathan.
I still
surf. I surfed local this morning at 42nd St. with my other surf
mentor Gary. Even though the cams showed the waves looking awfully swampy with
a rising tide, three-feet max, I still held my commitment and went for it.
Yeah, I got
snaked by Tony, the guy who got beaten up in the famous Porto parking lot fight
video. Yeah, the waves were so soft that I couldn’t get a turn in. But I was
there with a friend. My waves were pumpy before turning soft serve, but I was
there period. I’d compare a morning session to jumping in a pool on a cold day,
except you’re doing it in the ocean. That’s how the first duck dive feels to
me. Why would anyone want to do such a thing? Because regardless of all the
changes in my life, in the water is still the best place to start my day.
More updates you slacker! -- Cass
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