No, I'm talking about surfing

I miss the calmness of the waves between each set. I miss clearing my mind of the stress of life, and just focus on and enjoy each and every wave that comes along. There are plenty of waves on the horizon, plenty of opportunities, but I pick and choose what waves I want to go after. I miss the cool breeze and sun on my face as I glide my hand down the face of a wave, slowly carving my path. Every so often it gets crazy! I stumble off my path and get held under, barely able to breath, sometimes hitting rock bottom. The thrashing, drowning, relentless twists and turns that get thrown at me are almost unbearable at times. But eventually I grasp reality, and come back up for air. I get back on my board, only to paddle out and go through it again. If it wasn't for those reality checks, and mistakes I made to make me fall off my path, the sweet beautiful ride I enjoy so much wouldn't be so sweet and beautiful.