Work Life: Longing For The Weekend
As I sit in my office clicking away at my keyboard, running spreadsheets, and answering emails, I gaze out my window and daydream of skating this weekend. Work, life, and the responsibilities that come with being an adult, a husband, a father, an employee take over and push the fun to the back. I am guilty of falling victim to the grind (pun intended) and find myself missing the grind (skateboarding).
Since I was a kid, I wanted to skate like the pros. Magazines and demos didn’t fill the hunger for more skate. I was on curbs trying to grind and make a spark. I was using Bubble Gum Surf Wax or Sex Wax to get the curbs nice and slick to help the grind. I would find any ditch I could and tag it up with Rat Bones logos and Powell “P’s” and find scraps of wood to make launch ramps on the sidewalk in front of my house. I would skate form sun up to sun down and come back broken, battered, and scarred. But I loved every minute of it and wanted to go again.
I learned how to fall and how to not fall. I learned my limits and how to push them. Skateboarding taught me diligence and gave me self esteem and pride. We had a community of friends, all who skated daily and that community grew and grew. You always wanted to try that ramp or curb or ditch you heard about from a friend of a friend at recess. You cheered on the successes and attempts and were there to help them up when they fell. There was no drama and no egos as a kid. Skating was everything and everything was fun.
In my teens and early-20’s skating had egos and drama and fights and shit-talking. If you weren’t pro or great, you sucked and they let you know it. Cruising and fun were no longer enough. Around this same time, work and bills and school and responsibility started forming. With the negativity and egos and workload, skating started to move to the back of the list of things to do. Then it stopped completely. For years. And years. And next thing I know, I am watching X-Games and skate videos with my kids thinking “I used to do that”.
Used to. Lame. Old Man lame.
So I talked with some friends and they were feeling the same thing. They were feeling the “used to’s” and how lame it is and thought, “Why not get back out there?” So we did. And it was glorious. The best feeling ever. Sure, I crashed on my face and broke some bones here and there, but it was the best feeling ever. Now we have a community again and it is growing. We are getting better every week and now our kids are feeling what we did as kids learning to skate. If you aren’t already, get back out there and just skate. Good or bad, it is awesome.