My mind is as crystal clear as the sky above. In this moment, all that matters is the wave and the chance to ride it without crashing. It’s control and letting go, and when the surfing is best, it’s both at the same time. Like now, as the morning sun warms my shoulders and the ocean lets me take it for a joyride. When I’m done, I paddle to the shore, bring my board out of the sand, and turn once more to watch the vast expanse of the sea. Surfing is my escape, but it’s also my pleasure. It’s been my outlet, my fun, the thing I do when I’m not working. Today though, it has another benefit. It gives me clarity, and I know as I head home and wash off the sand that I need to try to find a way to have both. I want Drew. I want work. I want that fine balance in my life without falling. More than that, I’m also confident we’re not a problem. Once upon a time, I was terrified of how a pairing between the two of us would look. Now, with my time today on the water, the great outdoors has done what it’s so good at—given me a calm, clear sense of certainty.
