Waaaaahhhoooooo - Ho-Ho-FAHREAKIN - H O!!!
Awlrighty then... now that we have gotten that out of our collective system – the post-Christmas shopping melee has just about ran its course, let the feeding frenzy that is the prelude for New Year’s Eve begin. It seems that this onslaught of constant parties, shopping, visiting, etc. really does bring reason to that fleeting moment where we make the annual plea to do better at exercise, diet, be nice, don’t smoke, cut back on… do better at… um… uh… hmmmm. All Stop. Wait a minute – I don’t care if it is a New York, Boston, Los Angeles (well yeah – that would be cool - junior Hollywood Rock Star nation status and all, but…) okay, fine – let’s take a collective poll here – who is really going to live up to these self-imposed expectations that ‘should’ begin somewhere around half-past Wednesday of this week? Face it, in all of the wonderfully positive (for a moment) recollections of things past, present, and future, the reality of it is – it probably ain’t gonna’ happen the way you thought it would, Pilgrim (in the tone of my favorite Real Man Foundation Charter Founder and Chairman of the Board forever – John Wayne). Now – we can go through the silliness of attempting to lose weight, exercise more, get frustrated less – but word has it among the bookies in Lost Wages, er – Las Vegas, don’t bet the farm on it.
I got to spend this past Saturday with my son doing the one thing we love to do together the most – go surfing. The air temp made things look quite ‘inviting’ – people were actually wearing shorts and long-sleeve t-shirts – only a few hardcore “it IS DECEMBER and I will wear my LLBEANs!!!” types clung to the multi-layer NASA-tested, soccer mom approved apparel – unless of course it was a gift that they had BETTER wear or face dire consequences for future opportunities in the Christmas gift department. Of course, the water temp bore no resemblance to the air temp – there is a reason why we wear wetsuits, booties, and gloves out there at this time of the year. Of course, the always popular question of ‘do those wetsuits keep you dry?’ – unspoken silent answer – ‘um, let’s review the which part of wet in wetsuit didn’t you quite understand, shall we?’ To a surfer, we are always tolerant of those who have no clue of what it is like to be a winter surfer. There may be a layer of frost forming on our wetsuits, but will we ever say no to the opportunity to try and ride a wave – even if it is measured in fractions of seconds? I hope not. Our New Year’s Resolution isn’t so much of a resolution as it is a tradition in that we try to surf on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day – ending the year and starting the new year by taking the plunge… and trying to purge ourselves spiritually and quite physically in certain ways of less than pleasant thoughts. This is our time to literally chill-out and try to do better.
This week’s image taken at 64th Street Boat Ramp gives a visual impression on literal reflections – how we might try to reflect on where we are, where we would like to be, and how we will get there. You’ll notice the rocky foreground which is symbolic of a rocky beginning – full of bumps, lumps and opportunities to get lost. Once you get past that, the waters appear calmer and there is a point to rest – the dock extension. Perhaps if we pattern our quiet thoughts and concerns along this physical demonstration of life’s challenges, it may help make those challenges look less intimidating – knowing that there is rest at the end.
May we all have some of the same tolerance with each other that God has with all of us.