2009 was the funk. Not “the funk” as in George Clinton, but the funk as in a gunky soul. 2010 couldn’t have come at a better time. It’s a new decade! Time to break out of the shell. Time to bust all the old barriers. Time to be happy. Time to completely let go. Time to stop living in the past. Time to stop staying in. Time to go out! Time to live. Time to thrive!
Thanks to Ron for the mentorship. Thanks to Beaver for the support. Thanks to Rachel for taking me camping. Thanks to Colin for always reminding me of what it is to live.
So easy to resolve to thrive. So difficult to go from funked to flowing. It’s all a trick of the curve of time. We’re either trending up or trending down. What seems like a plateau is just the the outer edge of the parabola, the “curve” of the earth to us ants.
So the first days of my resolve to thrive were sputtered. One minute I was up. The next minute I was down and all seemed unreachable, hopeless. For the first time I looked up the definition of despair in the dictionary.
Then, drop by drop, the water came back into my soul. And for both our benefits, here are the grams that finally tipped the scale:
Got a pair of suspenders (wow, I do have an ass)
Listened to Jeff Olson’s “The Slight Edge” on audio CD (thanks Glen)
Started writing a book about iPhone game programming (to generate cashflow and forget to worry about money)
Got fresh sheets, blankets and an awesome memory-foam mattress for my berth
Started to eat new foods
Stopped writing lists (just began doing what truly felt most important)
Tore off the door to my v-berth (doors are not meant for boats)
Began lifting weights again (gained 3 pounds already)
Started a habit of getting off the boat each morning (used to spend all day in the cave)
Went out dancing (and finally learned a few breakdancing basics)
Sold a lot of unnecessary equipment
Got a new pair of boots (and was given my first pair of Vans — thanks again Colin)
Found creative ways to reduce my expenses
Tossed the seats out of my dinghy (standing up is way more fun)
Put my car up for sale (was really hard to let go of my mental dependency on this luxury)
Started to look at fixed-gear bicycles (planning to purchase next week)
Cut a hole in my roof for a hatch (no more having to hunchback on the steps to the back deck)
Cut away half the kitchen to make room for a drum set
Got drums and put them on the boat!!!!!!! (lifelong dream)
Began to focus on getting to know new people
Started holding auditions for a drummer for Bullets in a Burning Box
Finally put my “couch” up for surf on couchsurfing.org (have always wanted to give back to the travel community)
Started standing straighter (my left shoulder used to scrunch from playing guitar so much)
Started to remember people’s names again
Got a new water filter cartridge
Drank up all the caffeinated tea on the boat (now using my urge for a kick to get ashore more)
Finally went in for an eye exam to get hard contacts (softies never worked for my astigmatism)
Remembered that I have an album to finish!!
I’ve noticed a couple things about myself that I really, really like:
I’ve gone to bed and even let whole days go by without smoking any weed.
I’ve noticed that I am befriending people for no particular reason, and enjoying my existing friendships more than ever.
In other words, my funky habits are dissolving and new, strong, good habits are forming.
Hope this blog entry inspires you! Start to make your dreams come true right now!!!!
Its 2pm and the roundtrip for this ultra is 15 hours.. Oops. I’m a tad late. My intention was to climb as far as the snow-line. Yet here I am parked at Bunny Flat trailhead and there is already plenty of the blindingly-white, crunchy, hard stuff. Whoopee! I’m about to ascend Mount Shasta for the first time.
I remember reading that this giant megalith is technically a volcano, due to blow sometime in the next 400 years. Hmmm… Rock slides are frequent, bears are prevalent and I am soon to find out sasquatch beam their mighty thoughts into the minds of susceptible hikers.
Here I am: a bowl into this, lacing my lucky boots, shrouded in shorts, long-shirt waist-tied, water hanging from belt, food stuffed in pockets, and kneeling to finger mud beneath my eyes to combat the snow-blind.
Lotus — the freshiest boat studio this side of the marina — is now hhhhhheeee-lectritfied. Zzzst! A short circuit blew the last of my three janky working switch panel fuses. So little fuses, so little time.
Solar will power her recording studio daily.. Add a wind generator and all of her (yes, refrigerator included) will work on free (cheaper than zero) hhhhhhhhhhhhheee-nergy.
Colin built a re-arrangeable, stowable, stand-up-able shelving system in the middle of the room which is now being occupied by my recording studio.
Tomorrow I must build a box to protect the switchboard, circuit isolator, busbars, circuit breaker, voltmeter and ammeter. That’s all the stuff we shall need to get her lights to turn on. (The old system was tits down, my friends.)
Today, the sound of hammers busting tile will lull over the marina’s still and a tad stagnant waters. That unstoppable force “Lotus!” busts out (in exactly reverse order) a notched laptop post, a mortared tile mosaic, a ninja-bolt head and freshly-ran intake plumbing.
