My wife: Journey person. Loves a beautiful, winding drive up the coast. Looking at the beautiful, shimmering ocean, the wonderful sunset, the starlight in the breaking waves.
Me: Destination person. I loathe long winding drives up the coast. Put me on the widest, straightest friggen' freeway and letme rocket to point "B" so I can get down to business.
I'm like that with most everything in life. I don't amble, stroll, meander, perambulate, pitter-pattern, plod, prance, promenade, roam, saunter, toddle, traipse, traverse, trudge or wander. I walk very quickly, with great purpose and intent.
It's often like this with my diving. I can go to the same place time after time, but I have to have a specific objective, and I need to be "doing something". I'm about the destination, not the journey.
I get in with a purpose, I achieve it, I'm flexible if things go south, I come out alive. I can't get into the whole "hey, look at the fishies" thing... Not lately. I have spent most of the last 4 years in the wanderlust of it all, and I'm at the point now where I need to knock off some objectives.
This dive I accomplished X, Y or Z:
Learned to back kick
Dropped my SAC
Horizontal ascent achieved without a sandstorm
Took new buddy to fav dive spot
I need to "do something" these days - I can't just "dive" you know? Lately, going to the same spot is working because I'm really focused on the skill thing right now. Soon, I may return to the the diving equivelent of a summer stroll, but not now. Not for awhile.
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