Day Forty One.
I surfed my fucking brains out today, and it felt fucking amazing.
Two surfs at the sickest waves, right in the heart of the city. I did not expect that today that is for sure. It's day's like this that make me fall in love with surfing all over again.
After a day spent frothing at the beach surfing all day, we went to the city for a beer in a really cool bar, heaps of cool people, super cool vibe.
A day like this, with some mission work thrown in, and that's me to a T.
I'm learning a lot about myself day by day, I'm connecting with myself (or maybe a better term would be peeling off the layers of myself) each day, and it feels really good.
I've committed to a bit of a self love routine in the morning (I don't like the word self love, but that'll do for now) which generally consists of going for a solo walk somewhere nice, and using EFT (Energy Field Therapy), or tapping whilst I go. Just talking shit to myself, seeing what layer of onion wants to be shed that day, then tapping the shit out of it until it's gone.
Anyway, nuff of that hippy shit. Fingers crossed there are waves tomorrow because I'm frothing!
What I did good
What I did bad
Tasks for tomorrow, to be better than I was today:
Ideally it'd be epic to have the day I had today, with a little bit of mission work thrown in and that'd be a bloody beauty of a day.