Three years ago, there’s no way you could have convinced me to strap on a wetsuit, and haul a surfboard into the unknown of the ocean. But that was the old Summer.
This is the new Summer.
You know. Always up for an adventure. Try anything once. Care-free, etc.
Until I actually got there, put my suit on (struggle), picked up my board, (struggle), and headed towards the Atlantic ocean.
When we set out to shore, and our cool-as-a-clam instructor, Rik, told us to hit the waves, I froze up like a statue.
No way. I’m outta here. BYE! (I thought to myself)
Tiffany didn’t know it, but I almost bailed.
It must have been obvious to Rik, because he walked over and asked me what was so I afraid of?
All I could think was, What if I fall? I was so afraid to fall, that it was holding me back from even trying the waves.
If you fall, you’ll get up, Rik said. It seemed like the simplest idea, but I knew he was right. I needed to hear it.
And so I made my way out there.
And right away, I fell. Again, and again and again. And each time, I got back up.
It wasn’t easy. It was exhausting and frustrating, and exciting. All at the same time.
When I felt like I needed to take a break, rest and refocus, I did.
When I wanted to quit and head back to shore, I told myself to give it one more try.
And when I was finally able to get up on my board, (even if was only for a fleeting moment), I realized, surfing is like so many things in life.
Sometimes, it’s scary. We try. We fail. We fall. We try again. But we gotta keep getting back up.
When we returned to our villa that evening, I noticed a poster on the wall that I thought summarized it all perfectly: “You can’t control the waves, but you can learn how to surf.”
Ain’t that the truth, y’all?
Special thanks to The Surf Experience for generously hosting us, AND shout out to Rik, who said I was the only student he ever had that attempted to surf towards the waves, and not away.
I guess I’ve always done my own thing.