TORQUAY
Here is where I go surfing… and this is the seaside that I have always wanted to visit.
Time, sunlight, the fragile equilibrium of one’s own mind — these are supposed to be inexhaustible, renewable energies. And yet they feel too precious, always on the verge of slipping away.
By the time you’ve finally grown the courage to do something, what you most lack is not courage, but time. You can teach yourself to walk out the door without hesitation, indifferent to rain or heat, but surfing still refuses to yield to that kind of discipline. I can throw myself into the sea on an eighteen-degree, rain-swept afternoon. But I can’t bring myself to paddle out when Surfline marks the forecast in that dispiriting orange: poor. Surfing, in my life now, is the most extravagant indulgence.
The V/Line train that day had only two carriages open to Myki riders. The car rattled into late autumn, chill air pressing against the windows. My eyes wandered past the jumble of suitcases in the aisle, and my thoughts slid backwards to another kind of train—the old green ones that once swayed and groaned across my childhood home. I clutched my backpack in the middle of a six-seat cluster. The blonde girl with the red satchel at my left didn’t know I was quietly grateful for her body blocking the aisle traffic. The elderly woman across from me, doughnuts perched in a paper bag on her lap, didn’t realize I could hear her chatting with the man at my right, his voice booming, about the pandemic and how my homeland had managed it. Come on, it’s already 2024.
“Boldly we rode and well,” someone once wrote. I never read far enough to reach the lighthouse, but I reached the sea. At the rental shop, the man warned me: We close in less than two hours. Do you still wanna do this? Why not? Five hours on the road, for this. To anyone chasing visible returns, it would seem madness. But the meaning of surfing begins the moment you decide to go, perhaps even earlier — in the moment you hesitate, then say yes. When the water finally surged above my head, that long anticipation crested into something close to grace.
So it doesn’t matter if I ever managed to stand on the board. It doesn’t matter if the clouds burst and the rain strikes the water like needles. You go anyway — paddle, kick, slide — until the sea turns impossibly blue, until the rocks vanish beneath your feet, until the ripples curl into thin white lace. You push the board back to shore and leave it there, waiting for the next time.
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It all begins with an idea.
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It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.
Blog Post Title Four
It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.