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Swallowing the ego (and a whole lot of water!)

I recently read Never too late: A welcome to those who learn to surf as adults and it made me think.

The thing about coming to surfing later in life (I started at age 26) is that you can’t care what people think of how you look. Because the fact is, you will look absolutely ridiculous… and for a long time.

There is, unfortunately, just no way around this. Sometimes you just have to swallow the ego and go for it. Continue reading “Swallowing the ego (and a whole lot of water!)”

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How surfing helped me to score my dream job

If you’ve read my first post (here) you will know that I hung up my proverbial shingle in order to reset, chill out in PJs all day, and basically undertake a range of fairly cliche’d activities like make raw organic kale and protein juices (which I still love), attend hot yoga sessions and develop a serious (and possibly unhealthy) obsession with surfing, all in an attempt to “find myself” (how one misplaces themselves in the first place, I do not know, but I managed it).

Tracking back through my post history, you will see that there has been a period of silence from me, and that is because I have – *sharp inhale*– started working again. Continue reading “How surfing helped me to score my dream job”

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The Cowabunga look

Last weekend, like any other day recently, I checked the surf report – brilliant it says 2-3 feet and glassy (a beginners heaven), jumped in my rustbucket and headed to the beach with my trusty board in tow. At the beach, the excitement in the air was palpable. Something was wrong. The type of surf I like is fundamentally different from what experienced surfers froth at and so if these surfers were frothing, I was going to be struggling. And frothing they were. Continue reading “The Cowabunga look”

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Why am I still surfing?

You might be wondering why my first blog post isn’t “Why I started surfing”.

That’s because anyone can start surfing. Its not hard to imagine why you would take it up (and I am talking about latecomers to the sport here, like myself – the “late bloomers” as it were). After all, there is usually the siren call of the sea, the warm sun beating down on tanned skin, that salty haze one sniff of which makes you feel alive…and happy about it, not to mention the men and women who partake in the activity typically look like bronzed gods and goddesses, toned and fit. You look at them, and say, “I want what she’s (or he’s) having!”

What is harder is keeping it up.

Continue reading “Why am I still surfing?”