So anyway, as I was saying, it's 11:30pm on a Tuesday, and I've had several glasses of wine. I'm in California, as previously stated, and embarking on a kind of new beginning over here. Old friends, new missions. If I had to guess what normal people were doing, it would be something like, "developing their careers," "getting to bed at a reasonable hour," "getting ready for work tomorrow," "studying up on these marketing strategies," "being a real person."
Me on the other hand, I'm not a real person. I'm merely a figment of my imagination, and maybe of yours too. Sometimes it's a dream come true over here, and sometimes its a total nightmare. Whatever it is, its conjured up somehow and brought to life. Sometimes I feel like I have control over it, sometimes I feel like I'm being shoved this way and that.
It's been a wild ride, all 28 years of it. Well, maybe just a few less. The first several years I can't quite recall. But as far back as I can retrieve it seems to have been... words fail me. There was a lot going on, we can just leave it at that for now.
I've been riding some kind of wave for the past several months that seems to be treating me well. At this point I get the feeling that this wave is slowly fading out, but god damn did I get some great turns out of it. Surf mojo is back, and I'm feeling like I've got a clear shot to paddle out and catch the next one. Looks like a pretty good one coming my way.
This last one was a bit of a mystery. I pretty much paddled out into familiar but foreign waters, and dropped in on something gnarly. Results were better than could have imagined, and I'm grateful the sun, and the stars, and the people that aligned to be a part of it.
As for now, I guess I can't say too much cause I don't really know just yet. I just keep believing I'll be better than fine. I guess I have to, cause why else would I keep it all up?
