It's been a while...
I guess I just can't help myself.
In between the living, the jobs, the puppy and the surf trips I've missed something.
This blog was a massive part of my life, not because it gave me an identity, somewhere to implore the world or drift into retrospectives.
This blog was somewhere to just be.
I've missed this blog, I've missed the incentive it gave me to go out seeking.
I miss the weekly records of my habits, the clipped cheerfulness, the examination of my mental bandwidth.
Mostly I miss the opportunities to discuss surfing.
For a while I had to store surfing in the back of a cupboard, stowing it away like a saved Easter Egg for moments when I want to indulge. It became a distraction, pouring myself into a wet-suit was my chrysalis, riding a wave I emerged. The trouble with this particular method of metamorphism is that it requires you to be by the coast.
I am land locked.
So in the interlude I told myself I was a serious business woman building her 'yoga brand' and that grieving waves missed was a perfunctory way to spend my (very little) downtime. I got weary, watched the numbers in my bank account jump along the timeline always plummeting to that line below 0. I cried myself to sleep worrying about finances, about how I was going to fulfill my dream as well as pay the bills.
Between the lack of resources, I fell more and more in love with Mr Sunshine, my man, my beau, my friend. We got a puppy too! After all those years of describing my 'perfect' dog in an instant Ozzie the french bulldog appeared, the antithesis of what I thought I wanted. As the saying goes I got the dog I needed not the dog I wanted!
I became a self employed yoga teacher then realized I like stability, I like structure and a monthly pay check. So I restructured, I got a job working with SEN kids realized I love working in the care sector. Now I'm about to become a technical rehabilitation instructor (i.e. working with people with acquired injury to regain their independence- so using yoga in a medical context)! I decided my heart is in building relationships so now I run yoga & surf retreats part time. My very first abroad trip is in Norway in 3 weeks time!
I'll finish this tangent with Dolly (Parton of course).
"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"
We've been here before. The land locked surfer girl moaning about being land locked, except this time I see my frustrations as a necessary catalyst. I can see rainbows in the rain, staying here in the middle of England is not a failure, it does not diminish my capacity to surf, it just makes me appreciate my wave riding all the more when I'm there (and takes a little more effort).
I'll keep you posted.
Mahalo love bugs x
I guess I just can't help myself.
In between the living, the jobs, the puppy and the surf trips I've missed something.
This blog was a massive part of my life, not because it gave me an identity, somewhere to implore the world or drift into retrospectives.
This blog was somewhere to just be.
I've missed this blog, I've missed the incentive it gave me to go out seeking.
I miss the weekly records of my habits, the clipped cheerfulness, the examination of my mental bandwidth.
Mostly I miss the opportunities to discuss surfing.
For a while I had to store surfing in the back of a cupboard, stowing it away like a saved Easter Egg for moments when I want to indulge. It became a distraction, pouring myself into a wet-suit was my chrysalis, riding a wave I emerged. The trouble with this particular method of metamorphism is that it requires you to be by the coast.
I am land locked.
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| Who needs California tans when you can look this cold and ill?? |
So in the interlude I told myself I was a serious business woman building her 'yoga brand' and that grieving waves missed was a perfunctory way to spend my (very little) downtime. I got weary, watched the numbers in my bank account jump along the timeline always plummeting to that line below 0. I cried myself to sleep worrying about finances, about how I was going to fulfill my dream as well as pay the bills.
Between the lack of resources, I fell more and more in love with Mr Sunshine, my man, my beau, my friend. We got a puppy too! After all those years of describing my 'perfect' dog in an instant Ozzie the french bulldog appeared, the antithesis of what I thought I wanted. As the saying goes I got the dog I needed not the dog I wanted!
I became a self employed yoga teacher then realized I like stability, I like structure and a monthly pay check. So I restructured, I got a job working with SEN kids realized I love working in the care sector. Now I'm about to become a technical rehabilitation instructor (i.e. working with people with acquired injury to regain their independence- so using yoga in a medical context)! I decided my heart is in building relationships so now I run yoga & surf retreats part time. My very first abroad trip is in Norway in 3 weeks time!
I'll finish this tangent with Dolly (Parton of course).
"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"
We've been here before. The land locked surfer girl moaning about being land locked, except this time I see my frustrations as a necessary catalyst. I can see rainbows in the rain, staying here in the middle of England is not a failure, it does not diminish my capacity to surf, it just makes me appreciate my wave riding all the more when I'm there (and takes a little more effort).
I'll keep you posted.
Mahalo love bugs x
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