4-27-2026 - Final Weekend Entry (6:20 am)

Forgiving yourself - The Hardest part - Facing the Truth!

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FACING IT!!!

FACING IT!!!

Wakeboarding doesn’t lie.

The boat pulls at a constant speed.
The rope stays tight.
The water reacts the same way—every time.

If you’re off balance, you feel it immediately.
If you pull too hard, you get dragged.
If you lean back too far, the board slips.

The facts don’t change.

Only you do.

 

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I’ve hit a wall again.

But this time… it’s different.

This isn’t failure.

This is the moment right before you get up.

 

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For 31.4 years, I’ve been running.

Holding on the wrong way.
Fighting the pull instead of working with it.
Thinking effort alone would get me there.

And just like wakeboarding—

That’s not how it works.

 

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You don’t get up by pulling harder.

You get up by setting your feet,
bending your knees,
keeping your arms steady,
and letting the boat lift you.

You stay centered.

You stay grounded.

You let the system work.

 

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That’s what I’ve been missing.

Not strength.

Alignment.

 

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So now I’m facing it.

Not running.

Not avoiding.

Not overthinking the next move.

 

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Do you know what I’m facing?

Maybe not.

Do you know who I am?

Maybe not yet.

But you will.

 

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Because this time, I’m not letting go.

This time, I’m learning how to stand.

 

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July 1, 2026.

That’s the line.

That’s the shoreline.

That’s where this ride leads.

 

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This isn’t the end of something.

This is the first time I’ve actually done it right.

 

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And when it clicks—

You don’t question it.

You ride it.

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Coming Soon! the Shoreline - The Last Dispatch!

Peace of MIND, BODY, and SOUL. ✌ 

4-27-2026 - Triumph and Failure

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FACING IT!!!

I used to chase waves the hard way.

Head down. Arms burning. Freestyle.
Fighting the ocean like it owed me something.

Every time I got close—
my left pinky toe would cramp.
My rhythm would break.
And the wave would pass.

Same ending. Different day.

I thought the problem was effort.

So I pushed harder.

For two years.

Harder didn’t fix it.
It just repeated it.

 

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Then I went back.

Not to the ocean—
to the beginning.

To being a kid with my father,
learning to body surf on small waves.

No fight.
No force.
Just timing.

Feel the pull.
Let the wave lift you.
Move with it.

 

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So I changed.

Lifted my head. Slowed down.
Switched to a stroke that felt natural again.

Breaststroke.

Not weaker—
truer.

 

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The wave didn’t change.

I did.

 

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And that’s when I felt it.

Not the ride.

The alignment.

 

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Facing it isn’t about fighting harder.

It’s about seeing what’s not working,
letting go of the wrong way,
and returning to what’s real.

Again and again.

Until it clicks.

 

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Because the wave isn’t the lesson.

The way you meet it is.

 

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And when you finally stop fighting it—

You don’t just catch it.

You understand it.  

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Peace of mind, body, and soul. ✌ 

4-22-2026 - ANXIETY

FACING IT!

You’re in the water again.
But this time—it’s louder inside your head than outside.

Board drifting. Rope in your hands.
And already—you’ve seen it.

The fall.

Not real… but vivid.
Your mind runs it like a highlight reel:
The handle rips from your grip.
Your body snaps forward.
Cold water slams your face.
Silence. Failure. Reset.

It hasn’t happened—
but it feels like it already did.

Your chest tightens.
Your tongue tastes like metal.
Your fingers twitch around the handle.

The boat revs.

And right there—right before the pull—
you’re split in two:

One voice says:
“Don’t go. You already know how this ends.”

The other is quieter…
but sharper:

“Do it anyway.”

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The rope snaps tight.

You get yanked forward—hard.
Water explodes around you.
Your arms scream to clamp down, to control it, to survive it.

And that mental image?
It comes rushing back mid-pull—

You see yourself eating it.
Feel it before it happens.

That’s when most people lose it.

They fight.
They panic.
They confirm the fall before it even arrives.

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But not this time.

Something in you snaps back.

Not fear—
determination.

A raw, stubborn refusal to let the imagined fall become real.

You don’t overpower it.
You don’t win clean.

You just… decide.

And that changes everything.

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Your grip loosens—just enough.
Your breath punches back into your lungs.
Messy. Uneven. But it’s there.

You stop trying to control every inch of the pull.
You stop arguing with the moment.

You let the rope be strong.
You let your body adjust.

The board chatters… then steadies.
Your legs stop shaking—just a little.

And that mental image?

It fades.

Not because you erased it—
but because you outlived it.

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You’re up.

Heart still pounding.
Arms still burning.
But you’re riding.

And now you know something deeper than confidence:

The fall in your mind isn’t the truth.
It’s just noise under pressure.

Message To self:

You imagine the worst

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You don’t beat anxiety by eliminating fear.

You beat it by proving—again and again—
that even when your mind shows you the fall…

You can still rise.

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Next time that image hits—don’t push it away. Push through it!

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And hey… worst case? You fall, get soaked, and look like a legend doing it 😏✌️

Beyond on the Ordinary

4-21-2026

Written Waves: Surfing the Impossible

Some waves are never meant to be ridden—at least that’s what they tell you from the safety of the shore. Too high. Too wild. Too dangerous. Impossible. But I have learned that the word impossible often comes from people who have never paddled into deep water.

I could smell the salt in the wind before I ever saw the swell rising. The sky darkened like a warning, and the horizon stood up taller than fear itself. My hands gripped the board, wax rough beneath my fingertips, while the cold water bit at my skin. In that moment, I could taste adrenaline sharper than the ocean on my lips.

The wave coming for me looked bigger than anything I had faced—failure, doubt, loss, judgment, pain—all of it rising at once. Every instinct said turn back. Every voice from the beach said I would wipe out.

But impossible has a strange weakness: it only lives until someone drops in.

So I paddled forward.

And what happened next became the story the shore never saw.

 

Message to Self:

Never let the comfort of the shore define the limits of your ocean. Those who call it impossible often speak from dry sand, not deep water. Trust the sting of the salt, the shake in your hands, and the fear in your chest—they are signs you are alive and paddling toward something greater.

The wave was never sent to destroy you. It came to show you that courage is born the moment you move forward when every voice says retreat.

Keep paddling. The shore does not get to tell your story.

FACING IT!

4-18-2026

Facing the Different Road

I spent years wondering why my road looked harder than everyone else’s. Why simple things took more effort, why learning came differently, and why progress sometimes felt slower than it should. Dyslexia gave me challenges I never asked for—but it also gave me strengths I never expected.

It taught me patience when others rushed. It taught me problem-solving when others followed instructions. It taught me grit when quitting would have been easier. While others traveled smooth pavement, I learned how to walk rough ground.

For a long time, I saw the different road as punishment. Now I see it as preparation. Every obstacle trained me. Every frustration sharpened me. Every detour built endurance.

I no longer ask why my road was different. I ask what it was trying to teach me.

Because the truth is, the harder road did not break me—it built me. And once I faced the different road, I realized it had been leading me exactly where I needed to go all along.

 

Message to self: 

What once felt like struggle may have been guiding me toward wholeness. Peace often arrives not when life becomes perfect, but when I became aligned with who I am.

 

True peace comes when I stop resisting my journey and I start flowing with it.
Instead of fighting every hardship, detour, or difference, I have learned to accept my path and grow through it. ✌