Surfing in the Atlantic
Last summer kind of stunk.
When my classes ended for the summer I immediately took on way too many projects. Then after just a few days on the Cape I broke my toe and watched my fantasies for training for Olympic boogie boarding fall away. Lying on my back (albeit in paradise), unable to walk, swim or bike, I fell into a funk.
This summer, knowing I had three weeks on the Cape while our house was being ransacked and rebuilt, I watched my mind again turn to ambition and lustful thoughts of accomplishment.
I have a writing program I love called Journler. In it I have a category for entries called “WHAT IF.” Spontaneously one morning I wrote, “What if this summer I just relaxed and had fun every day?”
When I shared this possibility with Tara she teared up.
“Ah,” I thought, “perhaps this has merit.”
So I learned how to kayak surf.
I dinked with my video camera.
I relaxed.
I had fun.
