Whirlwind, but no wind really

What a whirlwind the last three weeks have been. Things have just been crazy! I tried to blame it on a full moon a few weeks ago, but I can't do that really. Sometimes, life is like the waves I try to surf...just so unpredictable. I know that often the waves look perfect from shore, but once I paddle out, I just can't seem to find them. I mean I'll sit on my board, look back, think I know when it's coming only to get into position and, somehow, miss the wave. And, such is life. All the planning in the world can't prepare a person for what's just beyond the next corner.

I started surfing at 37th street pier a couple of weeks ago for a change. Of course, I should say that I've only surfed there once because during the past couple of weeks, the waves have disappeared. I enjoyed surfing there though, and met some of the surfers who routinely surf at that pier. Not sure why the waves are so bad this fall. Last year, I surfed just about every weekend. When looking back at posts, I noticed that I also started to wear a springsuit by this time. When I surfed at the 37th street pier, I wore my 2m short-sleeved rash guard with just a bathing suit. I was fine in the water, but was quite chilly sitting outside of the water. I noticed on g-townsurf.com that the water temperature is in the 70s, which means fall is definitely upon us.

I'm bummed that I didn't have any waves to surf this weekend, but I think that, maybe, the lack of waves offers me an opportunity to re-assess life and to realize that I don't really know what's happening next even if I do plan.