A lot of surf baby stuff has happened in the last week or so, and I'm sorry, but I want to get every little detail down here.
I've been wracked with insecurities lately. It's felt lonely and pathetic. I've been isolating myself from friends, being a hermit inside my place, eating marshmallows for breakfast. I've thought about blogging myself out of the hole, but I haven't wanted to post because - who am I kidding? I'm no writer. I've thought of getting off my ass but I haven't wanted to go to yoga or out for a run, because - who am I kidding? I'm no athlete. And I've been feeling really insecure about my surfing - actually, in my mind it's been in quotes: my "surfing" - because I'm terrible at it. I even (I regret this still) skipped going out on Monday despite (rare) perfect conditions because I was feeling so totally insecure and self-conscious about my shitty surfing ability.
But the thing about all of that is that it gets old really fast. It's all frustrating, and definitely worth a pint (at least) of Ben & Jerry's, some tears, and a dramatic call to my sister, but after a while you're just missing good surf days and being a real whiner. So I'm trying to Knock That Shit Off and just move forward.
Now I have a pedicure to attend to, but more stories coming soon.