To All: I started this entry about a week ago, I am just finishing it now.
Last year, nearing my 24th birthday–I had a bit of a crisis.
Maybe it wasn’t really a crisis…I mean, I refer to it as my quarter life crisis but maybe it was just a moment of realization that my life had started and I better get on it. So, I decided that I was going to do some things. I started attending yoga regularly and I took a pottery and a sewing class. It was nice–quite liberating actually…I succeded in breaking up the monotony that was allowing me to watch my life pass me by without any real engagment. I guess if I were going to give my24th year a name, it would be something like “Don’t just sit there, DO SOMETHING!”
So, today…we were at the beach. Issa and his dad usually meet up every Sunday to go surfing. Since we moved up to Orange County, Issa and his dad and I have met up a couple of times down in Oceanside to go surfing. Well, I don’t go surfing…they go surfing and I watch, walk on the beach…
I would watch Issa in the water and I would be a little jealous. He would fearlessly charge the waves and harness them to hitch a ride down the beach and it would eventually dump him off somewhere, when it had lost energy…then, he would fall off the board or jump off, into the waves that followed and i would really just envy the way in which he engaged the ocean, unafraid of getting water up his nose.
What’s more, surfing has conditioned him amazingly well and he can not only be proud of his body–his body will also do amazing things for him as he has grown stronger! If you know me, you know I have always been a little self conscious about my own shape and so I could not help but wish I could be more like Issa…unabashed confidence in everything he did…
So, sitting on the beach I worked up the courage to enter the water. I was certain nobody was watching me to point and laugh at the few dimples of cellulite on my thigh, or mock my choice in swimsuit…and so, down I went to the water and walked in. I let wave after wave crash into me, standing strong against them. I realized that even though the waves looked big and mean, I was strong! Strong enough to stay standing, in pretty much the same spot….
After a few waves had crashed over me, I decided to swim with them to shore–body surf, if you will…and that was a blast! Sure I got water up my nose, but so what?? Yeah, so I hit the sand once and got a little scratch on my hip–big deal!
Issa was so thrilled to see me in the water and I was thrilled that he had seen me being brave.
After a while, he came over to me, he was done surfing and I went to give him a kiss…when he asked me–wanna get on? (the surfboard)…I looked at him and said “Are you sure?” and he said sure! So I got on, and he had me paddle out a bit (so funny, he insisted I was doing great but I know he was pushing me…) so we went through a few waves, head first, I had to hold my breath and the white water crashed around me…but it was only for a second and I didn’t die…
After a few of those and “paddling out” (I use the term lightly), he asked me if I wanted to ride it in…WHAT!? Moi?? Si!
So, he spun me around and we waited for the perfect wave to come and sure enough, when it did–off I went, on my belly, on the board…riding the whitewater.
OH MY GOSH! It was SO FUN! I did it once more and his dad got a real kick out of it (his dad is a big time surfer-dude), he told me later it made him so happy to see someone learning….
And honestly, I was proud of myself! I had faced my fears and I didn’t die…sure I got a few owies here and there but they were nothing in comparison to the fun I had…
So, the theme for my 25th year? “Face your fears, owies are ok!!”