The rugged Welsh coastline usually fills me with excitement, but today I’m subdued as I stare out at the tranquil sea willing her to rise to my command. The water has been unusually flat for some time and I feel broken, yet the only waves to break are the ones lapping at my feet. I stand with my itching toes in the water, my redundant board clutched against my side like a knife. I feel a stabbing pain which reminds me that my soul waits for me on a crest of a wave. My heart feels as empty as the surfer-less sea.
Sometimes, it feels like we are only accomplishing something when we are “doing” something. This morning, I am in Columbus, OH. its a slightly blustery fall morning. I have 30 minutes before I begin my presentation. I’m all set, nothing else to “do.” yet I have this overwhelming urge to make myself busy.
Instead I’m forcing myself to sit and think and watch the leaves blow by the hotel window (although I’m obviously not even doing that because I’m writing this). I have to remind myself that not only is it OK to simply “be,” but at times, it’s even essential.