As if on cue, a thick, silky grey hair appeared last week at my right temple. I've been highlighting my hair since I was about 20, so I don't have many opportunities to see grey coming in. However, this thing is The Little Engine That Could. Try as I might, it wasn't going anywhere.
I am almost positive there has been a mistake, but it seems as though I am about to turn 40. This is a big one. You and me, me and you, we've gone through a lot of birthdays together. But this one? This one feels very different. Not bad-different. Just different-different.
I leave in about an hour for Costa Rica, so it must be time to pack. I never got that final paper done (poo), and I left approximately one million e-mails unanswered at work. But there comes a point when you can't *do* any more and you just have to let. shit. go. Thank goodness!
I feel like I've had a lot to say, but I haven't been able to find my words lately. I'm nervous about traveling alone. I've done it so many times over the years -- will it still be fun? I hope my sense of adventure comes back to me quickly. I can feel it creeping in just a tiny bit at times. Huntington Beach called the other night and caught me in a "What was I thinking?" moment. He calmly and confidently said all the right things at all the right times (this is his specialty) and made me feel like the smartest girl in the world for running off alone and clueless to some little place I'd never even heard of not too long ago.
So here I go! I hope I can really take my surfing to the next level with all this warm water practice. I'll be back soon with lots of boring stories about laying around in the sun, reading yummy books, drinking ice cold beer, and surfing my brains out!