Smack Down

There's been a lot to write about lately: which, perversely, has made me hesitant to write at all. After all, how could I get it all down?

• There was the day when it was sunny and hot in Culver City, but surprisingly cool and foggy at the beach.
• There was the day when I figured out I needed to lean more weight on my front leg in order to balance better on my board.  
• And then the day when I remembered  to stay in a squat in order to keep my center of gravity low. 
• After catching my best wave ever, I turned around and saw, in the distance, the smiley face on a bright yellow para-sail looking straight at me.
• There have been countless skull-vibrating tantrums from my three year old.
• And seemingly endless fits of  bloody itching and scratching from my eight year old.
• Two of my good friends are currently dismantling their marriage bonds.
• And I keep noticing the five pounds I want to lose.
• So I've been crying a lot.
• Which has made me very grateful for love. 
• The kind of love that isn't based on how much I've accomplished,  proven or impressed. That isn't based on how much I'm worth, how much I weigh or how well I'm doing. But the kind of love that decides, simply, to love. No matter what.  
• Even when I'm down.