Feb 132009
 

There was an episode of Sex and the City in which Carrie discovers that Big has replaced her with a younger woman — Natasha is 26 years-old and screams “I am PERFECT” in droves. The following episode depicted Miranda becoming immensely upset when she runs into ex-beau Steve after he pragmatically dumped her. Both of these episodes discuss dealing with broken relationships and how they were handled by the characters. I likened these personal relationships to my work interests. Some are still unresolved under my belt, and I must address them sooner than later. I have a bit of an analysis already in place with some explaining to preface.

Years ago my addiction to surfing occurred because my sister wanted to learn the sport. Since I was the only sibling with a driver’s license, I would accompany her to Croatan Beach on a bodyboard. After easily boardriding the waves on my stomach, I decided to try riding a wave on one “dropped knee” on the board for fun. Seeing how I was able to ride the bodyboard, my sister handed me her surfboard to do the same. Instantly I fell in love from the feeling achieved in catching that wave and dropping down from the top of the crest. Later I spent hours (okay, more like YEARS) in the water trying to grab that bit of adrenaline, and would still be trying if I could.

Gary Busey’s Big Wednesday character of Leroy “The Masochist” Smith became one of my role models. Leroy had no problem going into the water no matter how dangerous the conditions were, and I dove into that persona with the water and in life (and still do in many ways). With each season in the water I learned a little about myself. I learned what to do when a shark swims straight at me (that happened during my first trip to OBX). I learned that the gorgeous greenish “Coke bottle” glow in the water during dawn was from an amazing combination of the light, water, and plankton. I learned not to dismiss the lack of booties when surfing in the middle of March. (There are folks who surf in these cold New England waters, but frankly I steadfastly avoid any chance of getting hypothermia again.)
Gaspee Cove -- all frozen up!
What does surfing have anything to do with my analysis? Nature provided endless entertainment in the water because surfing each individual wave was consistently a new experience. My attention to work was dependent on its variety and possibility. When I was introduced to rugby, the newness of playing exhilarated me. I was able to get into “hunting” modes that fed my cravings for adrenaline once again. While I was at work, I listened for those cravings to speak, but all I could hear were muffled words spoken to me as if I had been underwater. I strained to comprehend the mumblings in vain and became lost. By the time I could understand the words it was too late. Interestingly enough, because of what I heard, the cravings are back. For the past several weeks ideas popped into my head that addressed potential issues for Verdasys. These anecdotes have been scribed and filed away for now. Meanwhile I hear mumbling from my knitting and house WIPs. They want me to attend to them immediately, and I will be giving them my rapt attention. =:8

  One Response to “Mumble, Mumble”

  1. This is an amazing post … the pictures … the thoughts behind it … everything. I tend to feel that for myself, I have the need for new experiences too, and what you have said makes incredibly sense. I’m almost inspired to take up surfing, but wonder if my lack of skill at even body boarding would be a precursor to sad times on a surf board. lol I really want to give something like that a try though … as sort of a “bucket list” approach to it.