It’s definitely been no picnic down here over the last couple of months. So let me take a moment and vent.

Summers down here are windless, surfless scorchers and to be honest the lack of surf lately has me more bummed out than one might imagine. it’s my outlet, my connection, my passion. Patiently waiting for something better, something good, something fun. Surf is a waiting game when it’s off and patience begins to wear on you. Granted I’m no longer in Ohio where there is no surf at all, but at least there I can find solace in great friends and family.

The girl situation. Yeah, there really isn’t one. The last date I spoke of was pretty much it. No second phone call though I did recieve a lowly text of promises I highly doubt any of that will come to fruition. I just can’t seem to meet any of the right sort – too busy, too many issues, probable boyfriend they’re not telling me about and just plain crazy. Geez, where are the normal ones? Again I find myself patiently waiting for something better, something good, something or rather someone to put a smile on my face and for me to graciously return the favor.

The condo. Oh, where to begin on this one? Yet another condo assessment fee is coming around the corner which means another 5k tacked onto an already increasing debt this place has put me in. The two units upstairs have both been empty for at least two months which means I’ve got no chance of selling the damn thing. Foreclosure’s not an option because I’ll still be liable for the damn debt. Not that I’m in any financial trouble but this place is a shithole (no my place mind you). Boynton Beach, though growing and improving is just full of the wrong kind of people. Like the shady parts of the west side of Cincinnati. I hate it. I don’t live close enough to my office to enjoy a pet and I have literally no chance of getting out of what has turned out to be a ball and chain. Nothing in this real estate market is moving and all I can do is wish I was a renter again. Fat chance of that happening.

The job. Well, the job is good though talk about stress. So stressed and beginning to feel quite burnt out. The gray hair is coming in pretty strong but I have a feeling I’ll soon remedy that one just like Mom does. All it takes is a handful of difficult clients and the feeling like your best just isn’t good enough. It can kill creativity and motivation (thus the burn out effect).

I’m just a Jack Johnson song at the moment it seems. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing… just hoping something better is just around the corner. It’s like I’ve been on the verge of something great but that something great is just out of sight, just out of reach and the hope is slowly beginning to fade. I know the seasons will change and we will have surf again. That’s the only certainty I have right now looking forward. It’s just a matter of when. I know there are people in this world who have it so much worse than me but this is my place to rant, not theirs. Don’t get me wrong, I am very thankful what I do have and none of this is about that. Just me getting some shit off my chest.