As I type, I am sitting atop my surfboard…. the surfboard I found at a flea market, 3 hours inland, about 6 weeks ago. I just picked her up from the repair shop today: her bruises have healed- only scars remain. She’s sporting a new sticker, new finbox, new leashplug.
I didn’t know I had any desire to surf and now, this old board can’t wait to hit the water and frolic with Mother Nature. And I’m going to take her there. If my ex-husband knew, he’d laugh at me. And he’d tell me I can’t.
Freedom is delicious.