Back from outer space

Well, another year is over (and a new one’s begun). What better way to start the new-year than to cause more congestion upon this eternal(?), internetial, medium, upon which we all seem to rely so heavily?

Now I contemplate whether I’m continuing on as part of the problem, a hindrance to a final solution. Perhaps I’m being characteristically pessimistic. I like to think that I’m refreshingly pessimistic in this world of hot pink midriff wearing, programmed pop listening, mobile phone carrying, boy and girls. You can wear pink if you want to. Yellow if it’s your thing. Permit me my sunglasses. I am light sensitive after all. Perhaps I just really want chocolate….

I’m just back from Beach mission, in Byron Bay, and I’m still energised from the whole experience. It was so incredibly awesome to hang with so many people seeking to genuinely love people, and offcourse the amazing way God works in and through people. Now that I’m home I don’t know what to do with myself. More than a month before I go back to uni, God willing my last session. I know the things I need to do before I go back; my room is a mess, the tail-lights on the truck need attention, need to speak to subject advisors, try and find some paid work, and keep serving those I care about. The best thing about being home….Couches, man, couches are awesome.

Water temperature is on my mind. This morning I had my first surf since getting back from Byron. The water is colder down in the Gong. Young Dan from Church came out for a paddle, beautiful conditions, decently sized swell. Dan’s wetsuit was hurting him somewhere, I copped a board on the top of the foot (I hate limping). Wouldn’t want to change anything about the day for a second.

Alrighty. That’s all you get right now. I’m gonna hunt da chocolatate’