Allow Myself to Introduce...Myself: The Awkwardness of Intros
A highly sensitive person shares despair over social introductions.
Read MoreA highly sensitive person shares despair over social introductions.
Read MoreI have been trying to make granola for three weeks.
Scratch that.
I have been thinking about trying to make granola for three weeks.
Read MoreJoy makes you a ninja.
Joy lights you up so darkness bounces off you like a tennis ball the rest of the day.
On winter mornings where I drag my ass out of bed, the blue of nautical twilight in the sky, wriggle into 6mm of rubber and make my way north to the beach, I am, essentially, driving to a session of Joy.
I park and I’m moving as fast as I can without forgetting things (I inevitably leave my wax on the back windshield wiper where I’ve stored it so I don’t have to reopen the car and then I arrive home after my seshie shocked and grateful that it’s still there). I’m moving so fast that I always wonder, Where did I stow my key? as I’m running towards the water. There’s no turning back to check, it’s too cold, I’ve got to work in an hour, and there are waves.
I’m running. Running so fast that I will likely trip on my leash and stagger or possibly fall but I don’t care because…there are waves.
And then I’m in the water. When there’s a break, I’m paddling for a spot beyond the break. And then I’m there, bobbing, watching the pink yolk of the sun rise from the horizon. Maybe I’m with Maddie or maybe it’s just me, the rest of the world asleep.
And then, a wave’s coming. It’s rising—is there enough push? Am I in the right spot? Gotta go!—and I’m paddling and it’s got me, and I’m popping up and riding the face or just cruising if it’s a wicked small day. Then I’m off, and inside, it’s church bells and holyrollin’ choirs, fireworks and confetti. It’s joy joy joy. It’s the doing of the thing I’m fashioned to do, the practice and the act. The ritual and the time that has brought me to this point. It’s the simple act of harnessing energy and being with nature, riding what she has given us, being one with that wave.
This feeling—this lit up, boogie woogie feeling—is with me all day. It’s got my shoulders higher. It’s got my voice all chirping like. It’s got me smiling and dancing and thinking, Whatevs! When life doesn’t go my way or when my coworker asks me an annoying question. It’s a suit of armor for whatever nonsense might come up.
It is JOY that comes from PLAY and the thing I love to do.
Maddie and I often find ourselves shouting, “IT’S JUST SO FUN!” when we’re out on the water.
Epiphany: FUN and joy: Not just for kids.
Fun and JOY is for you and for me!