thirty-six hours: surf and sand

perspective, freedom and happiness

I find that I suffer in times that I have to sit still. I find that I have anxiety when I'm not on adventures.  I find that I need a new perspective on being where I am. 

Sitting in an office all day is hard. I have a huge window that I see the world from. People going in and out. I have a lens that that I see creativity through.  People being inspired from beautiful things all around. And I sit and stand documenting their extravagant lives of discovery. I'm not complaining. I'm truly blessed to be where I am, Rummaging through vintage finds in our prop areas, having the opportunity to be exposed to so much art. At the end of the day it's rather cool. But like most things, we  need a means of escaping. A cup of coffee here, a good book there. For me, it usually involves a car or a plane and hours of gaining perspective.

Sitting in an office I lose that. I lose time. The world passes me by. 

So, to fill a void, I evaluated where I can catch glimpses of things the refill me and center me right in my relationship with God. 

 

I have 36 hours of freedom. 

This is where I begin. 

This weekend was the perfect* weekend.  I think I found a pretty good balance and even crossed something off my bucket list. How often can you say you had the chance to do that? 

I learned how to surf! 

I'm beyond stoked. This has been one of my childhood dreams in the sense that all I had ever wanted to do was surf and be a Roxy model. Yes, I am aware that I lived in a landlocked state most of my life. A girl can dream right ?

And I finally did it. My friend, Brandon, took me out the other day. He handed me a wetsuit and a board. He looked at me and said, "Let's go." And to the waves we went. Crash coarse learning.  I feel like this was the perfect way to learn. I think it was equally as entertaining for him because he would tell me how to do something after the fact that something would happen to me. I got more than a little waterlogged, my arms felt like jelly. But I caught my last wave of the night and stood. It was very cliche way to end. Then we celebrated with these rad, cheese-filled quesadillas. Like I said, perfect. 

The rest of the weekend...

was spent making time for a much needed haircut, visiting the cutest little girls lemonade stand, baking new food dishes, countless hours at the beach, bike rides and my two favorite boys' (Ryan and Eli) color blast-themed birthday party. Last but not least, skyping with the boyfriend.  I'm a fan of this. 

* I say perfect. This is the closest I think I can come to until the love and I are reunited.