I love surfing. My first experience with strong waves was at Bondi Beach in Sydney when I was 18.
They were only about a meter high, but wiping out, scraping the bottom and fighting the undercurrent felt intense. Thrilling, yes, but also anxiety inducing, until one day the anxiety disappeared. What was the cure? A rare day with 3m+ waves. It was impossible to fight them. I could only accept their power till they would pass. From then on, the usual waves became child’s play.
Why am I remembering this? Lately life has brought bigger stresses. It’s part of being middle-aged, so no complaints. But there is an upside: smaller stresses barely register. In fact, I wonder – could a few bigger stresses be better than a constant stream of smaller ones?
Hmm... maybe I should be more grateful for today.
Author: JD
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