I went surfing solo a week ago Monday. It was a small day, like 3 - 4', and not a weekend. Obviously it wasn't a weekend because it was a Monday, but I mention it because it's not even summer and yet I can't really handle how crowded it gets on the weekends. Seriously. Everyone who is currently even thinking about going to the coast some weekend this year is already in my space. It's been at least six months since I've been out by myself and I was so intimidated. I cried in my car before getting out and suiting up. I didn't get any good waves, but it was minus low tide and those conditions are mysterious and confusing. I spent two hours in the water trying my heart out and looking pretty silly, but I came out feeling whole. Now should I rant more about how that shop owner is full of shit for thinking I'm afraid to go out alone? I was. I am.
I was so certain I was going to get a pretty good job offer about two weeks ago. Man. When does it all come together? At what point does the perfect bow get tied and we all go, "Gosh, that girl was so smart to take a year off! It all worked out!"? Can it happen soon?
My Dale Carnegie teacher from New York was out in Portland this week for a work conference and we got together a couple nights ago. I don't even really know him, but I think if you see a person on one side of the country, and then see them again on the other side of the country, you should sit down for a few minutes and talk about life. Turns out, he's such an incredibly smart, intuitive, amazing guy. Better than you and me put together. He just knows a lot about life. I felt like I got smarter just being around him, and we couldn't be more different. It was time well spent.
Girls, have you tried boy-shorts or boxer-briefs? Set yourselves free from the tyranny of uncomfortable underwear. I mean it, I'm never going back. You? Do whatever the hell you want. I can't worry about that; I have enough going on.