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 tree-huggin’ nonsense, I dug into the archives to find some old stuff. Throwbacks if you will. They bring back great feelings, those same feelings that remind me to keep booging-down for life.
And damn straight I call it boogie boarding. For too damn long everyone in the little industry fought for respect. “It’s bodyboarding.” Well, it is bodyboarding. But dammit, it’s “boogie boarding” too. Kenny Powers gets it.
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”
