I am fairly slow with my writing along with being slow at other things such as consuming my meals. So the transition to the new year found me pondering, contemplating, and reading other writers posts about what the new year means to them.
Should I write the truth about my past year? Well, maybe I do not want to make my followers cry. Should I be humorous? Should I talk about growth?
Oh what to do!
Two years ago, I wrote about my vision for a big change. I wrote about how one wave was the sign of big things to come. One glorious gem of a barrel in a session of confusion.
Well, for 90% of the year it was just about the same as the previous year. Maybe at times it even seemed worse because one expected better. But at the end, things somewhat lurched forward. The bench marks were brought down by measurements of feet or in some cases, inches. If I was a business, the accountants and shareholders would have slapped me on the back and I would have received a Christmas bonus. As a human, things are not a measurement of positive and negative. In the black or in the red. For me, the year ends on more of a dubious means.
What does this mean?
It means that the work must continue. The goals broken down and action must be applied. The aim being that this year ends with a more concise feeling of improvement.
The Grand Finale!
So it was if I was transported back one year. I drove to pick up Mullet Killer who was staying at his mother’s house on vacation back home with his family. We drove back to the same old stomping ground that we surfed a year ago. This time it was more subdued and even keeled. We caught waves and surfed. There were no awful rip tides, or long bouts with close outs. No giant revelations. Just two old friends out surfing like we have done for ages.
Later, I came home and felt satisfied with the past two weeks. I thought about surfing and my site. I watched the total views for the year pass the previous years total. Another category into the positive.
I looked back at the past few years and looked at the some of the people who supported me for years and thought to myself…Where did they go?
One in particular quickly came to mind. She popped up one day years ago and made some comments on my page. I ventured to see what her site was about and it impressive for a rookie…a very well put together site! In no time at all, her comment page was filled with activity. I was impressed!
Her following grew. Then came the videos and channel on Youtube. Soon, I felt not like an old-time friend but an outsider of a larger growing group that I could not take part of. I had no time or finances to make a cross-country meet up or to take part in some of the huge things she was doing. I just faded out.
Now, I saw her domain name was up for sale and she had not made a video in over 6 months.
Something went astray.
As for The Side Wedge, we are just inching along. Yet, we are surviving. It is because even a lack of money or not having ten-thousand followers can not stop a person from committing to doing what they love to do and that is to help people with their surfing or to give them some confidence. If you love what you do then you will always find yourself moving forward.
Maybe by a mile or maybe by two inches.