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taking one dive at a time


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MONTEREY JAC

People always ask the tell-all question “if you only had one day to live, what would you do?”  I hate answering this question. I think it is kind of silly. However, what isn’t so silly is asking people “if you had one day off of work a month, what would you do with it?”

When I was living in Fresno, CA back in 2010 and early 2011, this was a real scenario for me. I technically, on paper, had two days off each week. Paper is a dirty liar. Here’s what I kept thinking:

“I live so close to so many amazing places. People literally fly from China to visit these places that are day trips for me, and what do I do on my rare days off? I open up my laptop, check emails on my Blackberry, answer calls from my employees at the store and stress over the constantly growing pile I am drowning under. I try to sleep, go to grocery store, and watch tv to try to let my brain shut off. I literally waste my own time.”

After realizing that was a really stupid thing to keep doing, I started being a bit more selfish. It’s really not such a bad thing! Everyone links such a negative connotation with being selfish, possibly because they have never done it themselves. It is not about doing things to harm others, just doing things not to harm yourself.

I took a few day trips up to Yosemite to hike up the falls and stand on the edge of the world, managed to cover myself in melty dark chocolate right before a dawn hike through the Sequoia National Forest (bear bait!), and occasionally made time for a trip to San Fran for some donuts in Chinatown and a Giants game.  Digging through my closet before going to bed one evening, I came across a dusty black duffel bag. My scuba gear- not touched for 6 years- was going to get some use in Monterey!

An important thing to remember if you have taken a lot of time off of diving or not ever had experience outside of your Open Water training: you really do not know what you are doing. Don’t walk in overly confident or go with someone who does not understand the extent of your greenness.

First off, my wetsuit is apparently not cut out for Monterey waters in the early Spring. After putting on an extra wetsuit over mine and turning into a charred-looking Michelin Man, I stood like a doll on a tarp near the shore and had all the other equipment placed on my body. The hood made me feel trapped instantly. By this time, the instructor was heading into the water and I was freaking out inside of my head.

“How do I breathe? What happens if I can’t equalize? I’ve never swam in a current before! Why can I not control my buoyancy at all? Why is this guy not as freaked out about me as I am?!?”

I quickly realized that I could not remember how to control all of my gear as naturally as I needed to.  I was sinking too fast, bubbling up to the surface like I had a rocket pack on, and feeling more and more out of control every second. We swam about 5m under the surface looking at some aquatic life and heading along with the slope of the bottom towards shore. Our dive was probably the shortest dive ever. The only thing I wanted to do was get out of the gear because it all felt so alien to me.

It was one of the most frightening experiences. All I could think about was the thousands of ways to die while diving. My inexperience and time off since training was a huge factor, but I also went in way too confident. I didn’t review my PADI materials, I didn’t swim with my mask and snorkel in the pool first.

Not having gone diving since then, you may think it is a little crazy  to head for scuba diving training in Thailand. The thing is, I know I love it. I knew from the first breath I took underwater in the training pool that it was a sensation and world I want to explore. Just like anything you love, it will not always be perfect. My PADI OW materials even say, “You will have dive experiences you don’t enjoy.” Luckily, I’ve been there already and can accept it.

I was so proud of myself when I got home. I put myself out there and did something that was adventurous. That day could have been like any other, and would have been unless I did something about it.

Don’t be scared to look outside of what seems obvious and easy for your days off.  See the things around where you live that draw in tourists, as they are probably worth something. Do something you haven’t done in five or ten years just to see if you still can. Get outside of your city and errands and chores just for a day. Check out the internet for ideas, the local tourism or cultural center, or ask friends.

Whether you have two days off a week or one day off each month, don’t let that day pass in vain. Fight to make that day memorable…it may be the only chance you get for a while!


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LICENSE TO DIVE

Dive No. 1-4

Oronogo, MO, USA             Oct 23 & 24, 2004

    • Freshwater lead & zinc quarry
    • Shore entry/platform entry
    • Submerged plane and car frame

 

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    • Open water dives for certification. Trouble with equalization after a few feet due to tight hood fit. After easier descent, I was able to enjoy the underwater geography of the quarry and the submerged vehicles. My pit crew (aka. my family) kept me warm by helping me quickly change into dry clothing. Super chilly diving for my first time in the open and not in a confined, heated environment!

 

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    • Visibility: 20+, Crystal clear water with no animal life
    • Temperature: 50F air, Water unknown but experienced a solid thermocline
    • Weight: 12/18lbs
    • Exposure Protection: Shorty and full length, hood, boots and gloves

 

Getting ready for my first certification dive!


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MAKE YOURSELF

Dec 30th, 2007 Journal Entry

“I think about how long it has been and yet everything is the same as page one. I’m still wearing the same clothes, loving (fruitlessly) the same people, working towards the same unknown. I’m in denial about the existence of change. I want to grow, go have some life altering experience, jump…

It’s not that I lack the desire or the means or the street smarts. I just don’t know how.

Can everyone “embark”? What is the failure rate on that? Closer to the failure rate of restaurants or marriages?”

Traveling to Ireland and the UK earlier this year gave me my answer to this big question. Now, don’t think I’ve spent the last five years wallowing away in my hometown in Kansas churning butter. Nothing has been too crazy, but driving down to Atlanta for an exciting career with a Fortune 7 company and then burning 42 hours (drive time) cross-country out to my assignment in California was no small deal. Sprinkle in six weeks living the “suite” life in Dallas and making another move back to Kansas, and you’ve got the recipe for a life with, at minimum, a little turbulence.

Two years into my career, this little itch started bothering me. The itch just kept screaming at me “do something with your LIFE”! I was committed to serve my time, make the sacrifices necessary for my future career. I was raised with those values.

In November of 2011, I threw caution to the wind and very selfishly decided to use my vacation time to take a week abroad. Nothing crazy, so I took myself on a little resort honeymoon to Mexico. In December of 2011, I no longer had a job.

My values kicked in and started fighting with my itch. I immediately had a few opportunities for work, and every inch of my responsible self said “take it, keep building that nest egg, work, work, work“. Then my itch screamed “this is your chance you never thought you would have again to live”.

January is a horrible time to take a car-camping road trip across the Rockies out to LA. For obvious reasons that I see now. I had this feeling as I packed up for the drive that I would figure something out when I got to the Grand Canyon on my return trip. Random feeling, but self-manifestation be damned…

Jan 18th, 2012 Journal Entry

“What I found in the Canyon is that I was making excuses for why I shouldn’t do things or why I couldn’t. In all aspects of my life. I almost talked myself out of every experience I had on this trip. But when I didn’t, I enjoyed myself…truly enjoyed. I talked myself out of so much the last few years because I was trying to smash myself in a mold, to get what I wanted, to do right.”

Two more months passed and the itch screamed at me to get out of the country while I had the chance. I booked a flight for the following week to London. With no obligations or real plans, I spent a month traveling through London, the Scottish highlands and Ireland. The people that I met throughout my travels gave me my answer to the question I asked myself five years earlier.

Can everyone “embark”? No. Not everyone can. The people that I met were all of a special breed who take the hardships of life in stride and learn from them, who have learned that material possessions are not all that matters. They all look at the discomforts and misfortunes of the road as the opportunity to add to their stories. What is a story without a little action, anyways? I always thought there had to be some formula I didn’t know about, and I was wrong.

After returning to the States, I groped blindly around the web to find the opportunity that would speak to me, get me abroad, get me outdoors. I got to a very low place in the months following Europe, feeling that sense of powerlessness one gets after having no work for six months and no real direction. I kept trying, kept searching, kept being picky enough to pass up poor opportunities. One evening, a link came up which I normally would have passed by about an internship for scuba instructors. I knew immediately that it was what I wanted to do.

This is the beginning of a new chapter and will be full of hardships, uncertainty, challenge and change. But it is the answer to the question I should have been asking all along. Can I embark? Can I live a life that amazes me? Yes. Yes, I can.

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