In the time I have gone back to surfing sometimes I feel like I am making such slow progress. It’s true that is the perfectionist in me. I have never been that great at sports. Not that I am going to give up, I just have to look for the little things that help give me the strength to keep going back out there.
The surfers are talk to me more and more. I am sure they didn’t expect to see me past Labor Day weekend. The ocean doesn’t judge me and if my belly dancing has taught me anything is not to care what others think of you.
I still get so excited to get my board down and strap it to the rack on my car. I love the smell of the ocean as I drive down the hill into New Port. I was about to pick out a street corner in a fellow writer’s work, it was PCH and Main in Huntington. I could tell by the ocean placement and the coffee shop he mentioned, that you can see across the street. He is also a surfer.
In the water I let the other surfers know I will stay out of the way and I keep my word. Taking out my board gets easier and easier. I still know the dips in the sand on my way out to the lineup. My paddling is stronger.
Now that I am listing these things I feel much better about it than I did when I started this blog! I guess have I no reason to complain and every reason to get back out there….I can’t wait now!
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