When the wave comes I have to grip my surfboard tight and hope for a big wave that lasts as long as one can. I go from an almost crippling state of waiting for the next wave to a sudden rush to get ready as I feel the next wave come.
I’ve been riding my current wave for many weeks now and achieved so much as I know how fleeting the waves can be. I harness every bit of energy in that wave like a professional surfer.
Like all waves, they only last so long and rise so high. Often the wave breaks and I’m washed up into the surf, ready and eager to catch the next.
Sometimes the waves reach such heights that I know I’m at my limits to control my descent. Will I end up on the sandy beach or will I come crashing down onto the unforgiving rocks.
The rocks inflict damage and can often take many weeks to heal and fix my board. Left licking my wounds and yet still praying for that next big wave as the alternative is unthinkable.
Patient Leader 