Watching the surfers take to the water made me realize something about my own approach to life.
Every one of them paused for a few moments before entering the water. Some looked over the waves. Some were watching other surfers. Some took time to stretch and loosen up. Regardless of the activity, the common thread was the pause. That brief respite they each grasped before diving into the water.
Something so common. So obvious and pervasive came from somewhere. There is a reason for it, even if they aren't consciously aware of it. I'm not sure why or where but it's clear the impact it makes.
When I considered the same in my life I came up devastatingly short. I'm known as a bit of an ambulance driver. It's the gas or the brake but it's all the way down. No hesitation, just quick think and dive.
Mostly that works for me. I have my share of failures and pain, but generally I'm surviving as well as the next kid.
Which made me wonder. Would I do better if I made more time to pause? If I grabbed a brief respite before rushing headlong into the fray, would I claim more successes? Would my wounds be less severe?
Or perhaps this is my quiet moment? Here and now between the skirmishes and forays, walking down the beach music rushing in, soaking in the sun, mind adrift and swirling, here is where I stretch and loosen up.
Either way, some change can clearly be welcome.
I see the couples squirming and smiling, laughing and loving, reading, relaxing, frolicking and having fun.
Yeah, if that's what you find in the pause, then you can count me in.
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