The Life of a Boardless Surfer

I’ve spent my days testing the waters.
I’ve spent my days with one toe in, never ready to jump.
I have stood with one foot in the sea and one foot on the sand, forever straddling indecision.
I feel inside me the constant ebb and flow of my desires and dreams, rise up like a swollen wave ready to be surfed.
But, instead of jumping on my board and riding that fleeting wave, I sit safely on the shore.
Drawing dreams in the sand and talking myself out of pursuing them.
This is the life of a boardless surfer.
Forevermore chasing that elusive wave, but never balancing myself on that board to ride in the moment.
Until now…
I’ve found my board, and she’s slender and smooth and oh so sweet.
She is in my hands and I feel steady and balanced and my heart is full.
My wet suit is on, and after a lifetime of indecision…I’m finally ready to ride.

About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. View all posts by VeraValentine

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