Day Twenty seven.
Monster of a day today.
Had a surf event to run, and the conditions were fucking hard.
Had two kids to look after, eight women, biblical rain & gale force winds. Fucking hard.
But, you know what?
I feel like life in the van has kind of taught me that it’s all good. Yeah it’s a bit of work, yeah it’s not ideal, but hey, it’s all good.
And that’s kind of how the day went.
Pushed a lot of shit uphill, was wet all day, but, it just was what it was. No need to feel annoyed, or angry, or wishing for better conditions. It was what it was, and that’s all there is to say about it.
If I’m honest, that took up literally all my day - until skulling three beers and smashing pizza and chocolate that is.
All in all a good day.
Not because I lived particularly closely to my values, but it feels good being of service, being active, and sharing. I think that’s what I liked about today.
What I did good
What I did bad
Tasks for tomorrow, to be better than I was today:
Much the same as today. Fucking smash it and deliver a hell experience.