I love my damn boogie board. Can’t ever get enough of it. Probably never, ever will. Some look at me like I’m crazy to spend so much time on it. But the truth is, I don’t care. It’s good stuff. Without something like this I’d lose my marbles.
Although, it is wild to think how something so simple could consume so much of your mind, time, and energy. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t questioned my maturity at times. But, whatever.
A solid hobby like this is what everyone needs. It’s what life is all about. Doing what you love as much as possible, and milking every minute of it.
I live in two worlds. One minute it’s business, business, business. The next minute it really is just… the ocean. There’s no deadlines, no stress, no pressure, no thinking. It’s complete freedom.
Without rattling on and on about some hippy nonsense, I dug into the archives to find some old stuff. Throwbacks. They bring back great feelings, those same feelings that remind me to keep riding the boog for life.
And, call it boogie boarding if I want to.
For too damn long everyone in our little industry fought for respect. “It’s bodyboarding,” they say. Well, it is bodyboarding. But it’s boogie boarding too. We’re just going to own it at this point.
That said, if you’re still interested in why I love the boogie so much, check out this blog, “Why I never traded my boogie board for a surf board: Part I“
