I am a man with lofty aspirations. I make big plans to do big things, and when I make such plans, I intend to see them through. Coincidentally, I am also the mayor of Procrastinationville. As you may have read from my previous posts, I was going to climb the mountain behind my house, I was going to write a book, (a book the people were sure to read), and I was going to win a camera in a weight loss contest against, "The Boss." While these plans simmer on the back burner like a watched pot, I occasionally add a pinch of good reason and a dash of excuses to spice up this cauldron of underachievement.
Recently, the Grand Daddy of all plans came about. I, along with a couple of my good friends decided we were going to be scuba divers. We hired an instructor, we read the books, we passed our written exams, and we spent all day on Labor Day in the pool learning how to use our equipment. Then on Wednesday, we actually dove in the Pacific Ocean. Let me tell you what diving 35 feet under the surface of the Pacific Ocean does to a person. Initially, it scares the living shit out of you since we're being completely honest here. Once you're done peeing in your wetsuit and the fear subsides, the beauty and tranquility, the power and vastness really put into perspective how small we are in the overall scheme of things. I came out of the water with such a sense of accomplishment and a renewed appreciation for what this life has given me. Not to mention, I actually followed through on something for a change.
I still plan to climb that mountain behind my house. And once I find my pen (creative vibe to write), I will get back to work on writing something worth reading. Of course I will need to stop procrastinating too. Starting next week!
This post isn't my best work but it sure is fun to be writing again. I missed you guys.