The Costa Rican sun floats down between the clouds. She drapes over my shoulders with a softness that could make a peach jealous. Adorned with mother nature’s boxing robe, I’m ready to fight the crashing waves before us.

I smirk at my newly minted wife and we burst onto the Pacific. I awkwardly fasten myself atop a boogie board and start to catch waves like Jerry Rice circa 1995.

First one and then another and another and so on. Each wave representing a new opportunity for heightened adrenaline.

It didn’t take long for a couple thoughts to soak the sponge that lives above my jaw.

Holy Cowabunga, this is tiring. 

Only a quarter of the waves are thrill inducing but I am exhausting myself trying to catch every last one of them.

I’m going to wait for the right wave.

Now I begin to peer further into the Ocean. Spotting larger waves developing from a distance. I skip a few waves and position myself for the crest of the right wave. I hit the wave and laugh like a school boy as it sends me in whichever direction it prefers.

This would make a good Sea Log post…. crap.

I’m on my honeymoon and I can’t let Leigh onto the fact that I am thinking about writing a blog post at the moment (sorry babe can’t help it).

This experience is a microcosm of my life.

• I’ve gone out with friends when I’m way too tired.
• I once played in five sports leagues… each and every week.
• I have a hard time deleting local deals in my email, maybe a cider tour would be fun??
• I love Tapas style restaurants.

You could read those bullet points and think that guy is a real go-getter who likes Tapas.

Truthfully, I am a guy who is afraid to miss out on something. My potential regret of missing out is stronger than my desire for some relaxation and clarity. I want to experience so much that I even want to eat the food on your plate.

Perhaps it’s okay to skip a wave here and there to be rested for the Big Kahuna. The tricky part is trying to figure out which opportunities are worth going after and which ones are tiring distractions.

As I observed more waves I started to see the patterns developing. I got a feeling for the rhythm of the waters and started picking my spots.

I slowed down, drew on my experience, and started to have even more fun with my decisions.

The waves will keep pounding the beach long after we’re gone. We can’t catch everyone of them, but be sure to boogie when you see the right one coming.

Surf’s up.