Some people think it’s holding on that makes one strong – sometimes it’s letting go. -unknown
Every time I get out in the water all I can think about are the parallels between the art of surfing and the art of life.
Life, like surfing, at times can feel risky, frightening, impossible. When I get into my black wetsuit (that makes me resemble a seal) and head out into the surf with my seven-foot ten-inch fiberglass life raft, it often feels like I am putting myself into the arena with the bull. And he’s mad.
Surfing is about positioning. And patience. And practice. But mostly, it’s about letting go – physically, emotionally and mentally. It’s about feeling the fear of dropping over the edge, but doing it anyway.
Waves are always different. Most are powerful and some are incredibly deceiving. Some stand up tall in front of you and make you feel like a church mouse looking up at a skyscraper toppling over onto you.
Why drop in? Why face the fear?
Dropping in and letting go for that brief moment feels like falling in love. Your heart clenches up in your chest and without knowing how it even happened your body glides through air and you feel as though you are part of the rhythm of the wave.
When you experience the rush of adrenaline you realize that all the fears that deterred you from dropping in seem like a mighty fine price to pay for all the times you missed out on the reward…
What fears are keeping you from dropping in? What is the price you really pay by not having a chance at the reward?