9:44 AM… a phone call has just sent a bowling ball to my stomach. No one is in the emergency room, no one is near death, I didn’t get dumped, I wasn’t robbed, but someone did call me to tell me something to put my nerves on end and momentarily have me wish to be unemployed. Surf is up, waves are beautiful, conditions are perfect, and I just found out… while I’m at the office.
This might seem trivial to many people, but this time there is a point to a blog. It isn’t to whine or ‘blitch’ as one would have it. It’s to pose some very honest questions in regards to our every day life.
How often do we sacrifice the things we love doing in favor for our career? Honestly, if I’d known surf was going to be blasting, I still had to come to work because I said I’d give someone a ride. My board and gear are at home and I’m totally unprepared in regards to the possibility of escaping at lunchtime. How many people constantly miss out on those small details of life that make it all worth it? How many times a week do you give up something you love to earn a living?
Having recently seen “V for Vendetta”, I can only wish for a gentler, friendlier revolution at the moment, although I’d obviously love one at the scale as showed in the movie. But right now, I’d just like a small revolution where everyone in every office and every job just shut everything off and went to do what they love doing, if only for half the day. Would it really matter that money or time was lost in regards to the BS system that robs us of our humanity? Would that much be lost if everyone, everywhere decided to just.. not care? Maybe I’m sadly optimistic as of late, but for me… I’d rather don a Guy Fawkes mask while speeding down the line on a great wave, doing what sets me free instead of being a “good” professional.