You see, I’m always tired and grouchy and beating myself up for not getting enough done. And our yard is starting to look like an establishing shot on Malcolm in the Middle. Generally speaking, there’s a dark cloud hanging over the Surf Report Compound this summer.
So, I’m going to give up beer for the month of July, and see if it changes anything. I’m also going to try to eat a little better, and get some more exercise and sleep. Nothing too drastic on those last few items, mind you, just a casual effort in that direction.
It’s an experiment, and I’ll take a look at the situation on August 1. If I’m firing on all cylinders, and feeling optimistic and strong, I’ll extend it another month. But if everything’s exactly the same: “Hello, Dogfish Head Brewing Company! I’ve missed you.”
I expect the upcoming weekend to be a slam-dunk, because of the novelty of not partaking of adult beverages on Fridays and Saturdays. How strange and exotic…
By week two, however, it’ll be a challenge. After a ball-mashing week at work the downstairs fridge will be singing sweet lullabies, and it’ll take a lot of strength not to surrender to its call.
But we’ll see how it goes. Stay tuned.
The weather certainly hasn’t helped make this summer any better; it’s been as humid as Rosie O’Donnell’s crotch panel. And I can’t have that.
I understand that the reason autumn (fall) is so spectacular, is partly because it serves as sweet relief after the devil season. Fall probably wouldn’t be quite as fantastic if it didn’t follow all the summer nonsense. But I think I’d be willing to accept a little less autumn oomph in exchange for a more tolerable June through September. Ya know?
Anyway, it ain’t happening. 2010 has been a letdown so far. I’d rate the first half a C minus. Yeah, I know. We’re all healthy (as far as I know), we have a roof over our heads, we’re employed, etc. etc. And in some countries that would put us in the very upperest of the upper crust… blah, blah, blah.
I understand these things, but I’m talking about satisfaction. And as my spiritual adviser Paul Westerberg sometimes says, “Look me in the eyes and tell me, am I satisfied? …I’m unsatisfied.”
I’m reading a really good book, called The War of Art. It talks about how we all encounter resistance from the inside (mostly), as well as the outside. Resistance is the little voices (literal or otherwise) that constantly remind us of the many reasons we shouldn’t take a risk, or pursue a dream.
You know… You’ll embarrass yourself, you’re too old, you’re too young, you’re not smart enough, you don’t have the right connections, you should be devoting your free time to your family, hey Mythbusters just came on!… That sort of thing.
And I know this to be true; resistance thrives inside me. I’ve done a halfway decent job of fighting it off, I think (especially since getting shit-out by Warner Bros.), but need to crank it up another notch. I don’t want to get into too many details (I don’t know who’s reading), but I’m quickly reaching a point where important decisions are going to have to be made.
One path would make me incredibly happy and fulfilled, and the other would pay the bills a little better, but require me to pull back on all this writing stuff. And probably cause me to cry myself to sleep every night. Know what I’m saying?
So, I’m going to try this little experiment and see if it helps me get to the preferred path. Wish me luck, my Surf Report friends.
And tomorrow I’ll try to be a little less… severe. I promise.
See ya then.
Oh, and if you’d like to give the first half of your 2010 a grade, please feel free. And elaborate, as well, if you’re so inclined.
I’ll be back tomorrow.