Dings for days

“You sound different, bro,” my friend Jesse told me on the phone.

“Yeah, more relaxed.”

Interesting, I thought.

Am I?

How can someone even tell so soon? Fascinating.

Bee, meet headlight. 

Bee, meet headlight. 

I’m slowly adjusting to a new way of life. And while it’s been hyper-romanticized by many a van-o-phile with an IG-account, the low monthly overhead coupled with the abundance of freedom in time and choice of a daily locale certainly does a man good.

And after years of studying and working - always more than full-time, or at least to such an extent that it distorted my perception of time negatively (e.g. there was always too much shit to do and too little time) - I am done hurrying.

Unless it is life threatening, chances are it can wait until tomorrow.

Most of last week was spend alternating between holing up in the van as a #vanlifeshutin – waiting for the storm to pass – or driving around looking for baby waves. They were hard to come by with these windy conditions, so I often resorted to watching The man in the high castle (I downloaded seasons 1 and 2 before departing) and eating too much chocolate. 

The lineup.

The lineup.

Irregardless of the few surf sessions I did have, I wasted no time getting my board all dinged up, dropping it several times on the jagged rocks. So careless.

Ding ding ding.

Ding ding ding.

Even so - dings and all - when the sun was out, and the winds died down a bit, there still was plenty of fun to be had.

Inverted thruster.

Inverted thruster.

So far, this speed of life suits me just fine. It might not a panacea but then again, what is?

As a friend of mine poignantly told me last year, "you're always thinking about what's next, about things you could do in the future, how about you try to enjoy what you have right now."

I'm trying.