Thursday, February 23, 2012

My Perspective on Perception

per·cep·tion/pərˈsepSHən/

Noun:
  1. The ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses.
  2. The state of being or process of becoming aware of something in such a way

Isn't it interesting how we perceive external stimuli differently depending on the mood or the current state of life we're in?
Take for example: Oh let's say, Subject A moves to a foreign country with his wife, only to have his marriage and life fall to pieces around him.
Okay you guessed it. I'm Subject A (Feeling more like Subject F at the moment). 


 The point is, everything I do and almost every piece of stimuli seems to take on a new, deeper, meaning.  The surfing lesson I wrote about the other day could easily become a metaphor for love and marriage. In fact, I spent an hour yesterday writing about their similarities. I've decided not to share it, because frankly, it came off a little cheeseball. but here are a couple highlights:


...I had no clue how to get up on the board. I lay on it shaking from side to side, the deep, churning water threatening to pull me under. But I knew the reward far outweighed the fear and risk... 

...But, no longer able to keep balance, I plummeted head first into the murky waters. Struggling to reach the surface, I knew, I hoped, was there...
 
...In my heart I wanted so bad to go back for the board. But looking at it from a distance I realized the board was not meant for these seas. Cracked and warped, it would never glide across the waves the same again...

-  See what I mean. CHEESEBALL. 

But in writing that 'fromage' I started to gain some perspective, and a control, over my perception. 

Instead of looking at everything as a sad sign of 'love lost'. I am going to look at everything as a sign of 'life gained'. 



Here's a great poem I saw on the cafe I was sitting in yesterday. I think I'll follow its advice:

Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.


Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. 


Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.


Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.


Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.


You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

© Max Ehrmann 1927



  

Be Good To Yourself,


Jimmy

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Not Quite A Surf Pro

The waves were small and the water, somewhat, calm tonight so Elliot, 'Palm Beach Surf God' 2004-2011 (I made that up, but he's that good),  took me out to surf.
Now, I've surfed once before in the cold, COLD, waters of Tofino, Vancouver Island, Canada. I got up on an outrageously large surf board then, I figured I could get up on the medium sized board today.
Let me just state this right now. Surfing is hard!

First of all ocean water never stops moving. Fact. Trying to balance on a board while paddling out into surf is not an easy feat. I admit, trying to sit up on the surf board to look as casual as Elliot while we searched for the perfect wave, I may have fell off a few times. Sucking in enough salty sea, making me Gold Coast belching champion for the next 25 minutes. There were actually dolphins in the water a few meters from us. I didn't see them because I was too busy trying to balance on my flotation device/surf board. I bet they were laughing at me.

In addition to balance issues (Elliot assured me the balance eventually comes), my lower ribs were killing me. I am told that everyone's ribs and chest gets chaffed as it presses into the board. Once again, I was assured my body would get used to this. So far, surfing rated a three out of ten on the fun scale.

Knowing that I lacked the spotting and paddling skills to catch the perfect wave, Elliot basically pushed me into the wave, screaming out "paddle, paddle". The first wave caught me by surprise. It seemed to go on forever. Luckily, so did my effort to get up to my feet. Unfortunately I only got to my knees before the ride ended.  But, surfing (or whatever I was doing) just moved up to a strong six on the fun scale.
The next wave was mine. I popped up to me feet and actually rode the wave. There was no carving, flips, or showboating. And, although I looked like this:


I felt like this:

 (special thanks to Stuey 'Bloody Elbows' Spence for capturing a few less than flattering photos of my adventure)


I managed to get up a couple more times. But as the daylight dimmed, and a menacing storm moved in from the south, surfing started losing it's appeal. And I started thinking of things like shark attacks (more attacks happen when it gets dark) and lighting and high winds zapping me and blowing out to sea.





We walked out of the water just in time. The wind picked up, catching the board I was holding, forcing me to walk in a sideways/forward motion toward home. 
The storm actually missed the Gold Coast, but the Sunshine Coast got whipped with wind, tearing off roofs and sent people running for cover.



As a victory, or perhaps a survival, celebration, Elliot bought us pizza and even let me watch a full episode of The Big Bang Theory, which he thinks is the worst show on TV (Enter your votes now).

Lessons learned from today you ask?

1) Surfing is damn hard to learn (at least my tail bone isn't killing me like when I learned to snowboard)
2) Elliot is a good friend and a patient instructor. (I'll get you a good price on lessons in you're ever in the Gold Coast area)
3) Dragon's Breath Pizza gives me tremendous gas, and may be the reason Elliot left his place a half hour ago, without notice, to go visit his brother in the apartment below.
Pictured below is Elliot's brother Xavier (or Xav or X - I'm actually not sure what his given name is).
                                            In this photo I'd like to refer to him as 'Surf Jesus'

Jimmy

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Seeing the Gold For the Coast

I have lived on the Gold Coast for one week and have come up with one word to describe the people who live here: 'Spoiled'. Surrounded by beach, blue surf, beautiful people, and enveloped by a sun that kisses the skin. (unfortunately for my pasty skin, the sun's wearing bright red lipstick when she kisses me). The long term residents of Australia's Gold Coast take for granted the natural beauty and abundance of activities around them, seeking out new destinations to basically do the exact same thing they could be doing at home. Hence, why we are driving 45 minutes into NSW's to surf Byron Bay.
Now don't get me wrong, the place is beautiful. But if I walk out of Elliot's apartment in Palm Beach and take a right down 25th ave, and walk 30 meters I can get to almost the exact same beauty.
Your mission today, of you choose to accept it, is to step out of your comfort (boring) space and take a look around you. Appreciate where you are and take a stay-cation.
That being said, I moved thousands of miles from Canada to Australia and have discovered one of the most beautiful countries in the world.
I take it back, screw my lesson. See you in Byron Bay.

Cheers,
Jimmy

Monday, February 13, 2012

Byron Bay - Where Beauty Meets Beer

I had the opportunity to go down to Byron Bay with Elliot and the boys (+1 cool girl) on Sunday. Elliot kept saying it was going to be epic.


"Amazing surf" (don't forget, I can't surf), and a "plethora of beautiful women" (I am currently riding a heartbreak and have zero game anyway).

Upon arrival it was hard not to appreciate the beauty before me.




The water was the bluest of blue and the surf did look amazing.





I shot about 150 photos of surfers, sweet waves...
















 ...fishermen



...and bikini clad beach bums.









As well as one topless, exhibitionist, young lady who camped out no more than 10 meters from me. (I protected her identity because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate her breasts on my blog)




After the boys, and girl, finished surfing, we had a couple of beach pops



 
 


 

 


...while Bobby (aka Bobcat) entertained







 
 



We headed back into the town of Byron Bay to experience the, much hyped, Beach Hotel tavern. (Did you know they're the number 1 seller of beer in all of Australia?) The tavern was fun, it was huge, full of attractive people, and Bobcat (sorry Bobby had to do it). I made sure the tavern stayed at the top of the beer purveyor list. Getting quite inebriated and watching Fun-Bobby turn from Bobcat to Bob-MadCat.



But gladly left at 8pm back to Queensland (Byron Bay is just across the border in NSW - a 45 minute drive from Palm Beach).



Keep in mind we left Palm Beach at 9am.
and thanks to a 10 hour sleep I felt like a million bucks this morning. Riding my beach cruiser to my new favourite coffee shop, the Barefoot Cafe.

Tonight it's a place called Mike's. Where a giant plateful of ribs is in store for my hungry belly. I'm gonna get FAT!

Jimmy Out...


Saturday, February 11, 2012

Day 9/10/11... Mission Accomplished?

My journey has ended. Yes I know, life is a journey and it doesn't end until we die.  Perhaps not even then.
No, I'm referring to the 10 day road trip from Cairns to the Gold Coast. A journey filled with with some of the most beautiful scenery, and people, I've come across in a long time.

Here are a few things I've learned:
1)    It's a REALLY long drive. Australia is massive.
2)    I do not miss the humidity of the far north.
3)    Although the Cairns area is tropical and beautiful, it's quite small town feeling. And right now, in stage two of my life, I need a little more hustle and bustle (it goes without saying that I will miss the friendships I have made in FNQ).
4)    I'm pretty good at driving on the opposite side of the road
5)    True friends are the ones you can lose touch with for years and carry on like you haven't missed a day
6)    I don't like Bundaberg rum
7)    I'm still sad, depressed and miss my wife terribly.



I honestly thought that my drive down the coast would mend me and give me new direction. And that once I reached my friend Elliot's place in Palm Beach I would be ready to strive forward with renewed direction.  But the saying is true. 'It's not the destination, it's the journey.' And it's obvious my journey is only beginning.

As for my arrival in the Gold Coast, Elliot couldn't have made me feel more welcome. My long haired surfing/pool shop owning friend took time away from his daily duties to meet me at his place, help lug all my boxes and belongings up into the spare bedroom that he spent hours cleaning

(It after moving in all my stuff, it took me minutes to undue his hard work. Sorry brutha), and then proceeded to take me the half block walk down to some of the best surf break along the Gold Coast.

Now I can't surf, nor can I swim well for that matter, and I was still really hungover from the night before. Whereas Elliot is like a dolphin, jumping over and under the incoming waves pushing forward into the sea, looking for the perfect wave.




(This one's for the ladies)

 I, on the other hand, would get smacked in the face by what seemed like mini tsunamis, which seemed to push me back ten feet for every five I went forward.  At this point the water was only a couple feet deep. After watching the dolphin at work I dove under a wave, "I did it!". It wasn't until I tried planting my feet back on solid ground that I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore.  All of a sudden I was treading water. "What happened to the ground I was standing on?". I heard Elliot scream out "Jizzam where are you?". I pretended to laugh as I raised my arm to show him where I was. This was a true test of my lack of swimming prowess.  I could feel myself starting to panic, and my muscles start to tire. I started swimming parallel to the waves and finally found solid footing again. Elliot explained that I must have fallen off the shelf, and then proceeded to explain how to follow the wave breaks to know how deep the water is.  He also explained that once a strong current catches you above the waste you're in deep trouble.  I think he used the term dead man. These are things I would have liked to have known prior to entering liquid death.

Elliot lives in an older beach apartment building, containing about six units in total.  Although a surfer dude, Elliot is no idiot.  He owns two or three of the units, and heads up the buildings Body Corp. He lives in the top unit, with a nice view of the waves seen through the two beach side buildings in front of us. His younger brother, X, lives in the unit below.
Elliot and I took the back stairwell connecting the balconies down to have a few drinks with X.  Now, where as Elliot is a surfer dude, with a mature outlook on life, his brother is a surfer dude with a "Let's getter ripped" outlook on everything.  X's apartment is set up for one thing, partying. I sat down on the couch and he threw me a beer from the electric Eskie ('Cooler' in Canada) beside the coffee table.  X's menagerie of friends are really cool. It felt like a U.N. meeting though (photos to come). There was a Scot, Kiwi, American, and a crazy South African named Bobby, who deserves his own blog or perhaps even a book. I'm making Bobby t-shirts. Put your order in now.




The one thing I'm struggling with in this journey is that I've been to many of these places before.


Although they were great while I was there, I feel like I've earned the right to move on to new things.  Sitting around getting pissed every night was fun in my twenties, but after getting married, planning kids, and thinking reading in the local coffee shop 'Rocks!', my priorities changed. 
There problem is I no longer know what to do with my life. 
I did know:  Be the other half of a successful marriage, have beautiful babies, and work to enjoy life, not to consume it. Now, that's all changed.
I'm in a wonderful country, staying with a great friends, in a beautiful community surround by gorgeous people. But I don't know what I want to do next, let alone the rest of my life.
Now before you send in your comments telling me it will all be okay (don't get me wrong, I appreciate each and every one of them, and would not have had the strength to make it this far without them), I already know that life has a way of shaping itself for you. Looking back at my life I wouldn't have changed a thing, even though right now I kinda want to. There is happiness and, hopefully, love for me in the future. I just need to figure out who the hell I am before that future comes.

So far, on the Gold Coast, I've been given a great place to stay, learned to respect the water, watched a pro surf competition, tried out boogie boarding (I sucked), took some great photos, got to hang out with Elliot and his crew, and have seen more beautiful women than I can shake a stick at.  What the hell does that mean anyway? Shake a stick at? I'm going to get a stick to take to our trip to Byron Bay tomorrow. I'll take the challenge. If I lose, it just means I'm surrounded by an abundance of hot ladies.

                                          I think life will be just fine my friends.



Jimmy