I’m not on the water often. In fact, I’m never on the water, excluding a few recent paddle boarding outings.
Today was my second.
The water was calm, storms had blown through last night and it left the morning water eerily still.
There’s a freedom to paddle boarding on calm waters. You can sit, stand, kneel, or even slink into the water at any interval if you choose. The same is true for kayaking or boating, I suppose, but there’s a vulnerability to the paddle board that I enjoy.
Lazy paddle boarding is perfect for the overworked, like myself, who need a break from everything for a few hours. No phone, no distraction.
For the second time I’ve left feeling relaxed and refreshed. I’m not sure if it’s the act, the friends I’m with, or the ability to let go of life for a short time. It’s probably little bits of all those things, I guess.
There were moments when it felt like nothing else existed but myself and nature. Looking up at the sky I could pretend like I was anywhere in the world, all alone.
Today was a good day.