It’s as if I had been preparing myself for it my entire life. When it got there, I was ready. No more anxiety, not even excitment. I just knew I had to go and lean in.
It’s been a week now since he’s gone, and even though I was waiting for it, board in hand, the sea was calm. Baby waves only. Nothing worth really mentioning.
Until that afternoon. On that lunch break, I felt the urge to lie down and rest. The Universe sensed that I was ready. It sent me the wave.
It’s not a heartbreak. My heart is not shattered into thousand pieces. It’s a big, big wave. The kind of wave that washes you completely. Not a tsunami though. Just a big, big wave.
“Big wave surfing can be painful and, sometimes, put your life in serious danger.”