Finding your place in anything is a difficult journey. At times your feel lost and alone, confused, and broken down. You question where your heart is leading you and why you did things, or are in the environment you are submersed in. It feels like your drowning in the ocean, trying to get claw your way to the surface from the depths of a cold abyss while the weight of the cold water crushes your chest and the last of the oxygen bubbles burst and burn in your lungs. The only way to survive is not to fight it. You have to let your body and soul relax, and realize when the turbulence is over, when the sets have passed and the waves have stopped pounding you under, you will resurface. You will catch the next Emerald rolling wall as your fingers tickle the face, and you glide effortlessly along while the golden sun warms your previously frozen body and the mist from the ocean cools you off as you, glide through turns that excite your very being. I’m finding my place, I’m clawing back to the surface and ready to catch the next slope that brings sheer bliss and peace to my soul. It all started with two days off, and the combination of the simple pleasures of old friends, and ones that are just starting to develop. My muscles, mind and soul are relaxed, and I can see the glimmer of the sun from the depths of the abyss, I’m on my way to the surface. The few days that brought me to the now have changed my perspective, and soon you’ll know why.