I have this bank spot I go to on many Saturdays. In the past, every time I went, I got a heelflip on that bank, until three weeks ago, when I had to abandon deeply frustrated. Went again yesterday, and again, no heelflip. Now Sunday is my slappy day and you won‘t catch me flipping my board. But today I decided I could not let this heelflip business unfinished and went back to the bank spot instead. Finally, I got the heel flip, to my great satisfaction.
Now this made me think: I am 45, have a lovely wife and a decent job, living in one of the wealthiest countries of the world but a success/failure to flip a wooden toy on an incline decides whether my life is miserable or great. I guess I should not worry so much about stuff like this. Anyone can relate?
Anyway, heading out again later, got some slappies to do…