For a pretty good chunk of my life, I surfed.
And I don’t mean I went out a few times, bought a board and started calling myself a surfer.
Surfing was part of my life.
I had great friends in that world. Some were world-class surfers. I knew guys who surfed waves considerably bigger than anything I had an interest in paddling into.
It was a hell of a time in my life.
And I don’t surf anymore.
I’m okay with that.
Some chapters really do end
There’s a funny message we get about getting older.
Don’t give anything up.
Keep doing everything.
Prove you can still do what you did 20 or 30 or 40 years ago.
I understand the sentiment. I certainly don’t believe we should stop doing things simply because we’ve reached some particular number on the calendar.
But I don’t believe the opposite either.
I don’t have to keep surfing today to prove that the years I spent surfing mattered.
I loved that part of my life.
Then my life changed.
So did the things I wanted to do.
And somewhere along the way, surfing stopped being worth what it asked of my body.
That doesn’t make me sad.
It was a great chapter.
I don’t need every great chapter to last forever.
For Move Well Stay Healthy members…
Come a little farther with me. I want to talk about what I’m choosing to protect as I get older, what I’m willing to let go, and the question I think matters more than proving what I can still do.
