One little wave can change the course of an entire day. What if we were all little waves?
The buzzer of my alarm clock rattles me awake. I roll over to look at the piercing red numbers, and manage to hit the snooze button, thinking I would roll back over into a peaceful slumber. Yet as I turned to the other side of my bed, questions stormed my mind. Thoughts glared at me in the face, more piercing than those red numbers on the clock. And so my day began…
I couldn’t seem to shake it- the what if’s, the should I’s, the have to’s. This thought-surge drove me to a dull passive state. What happened between yesterday and today, that brought this forth? To accept this experience more, I decided to go to the ocean. A place of contemplation, a place of grounding, and a place just to be.
The waves were small, practically flat. The air was a little brisk. There was no one in the water as far as the eye could see. In fact, there was no one on the beach either. I laughed sarcastically, displeased that there were no distractions to get me out of my head. I stood there on top of the dune for awhile, hoping something or someone would emerge. Meanwhile more questions flooded my mind- should I paddle out? Where is everyone? Will I even be able to catch these fragment waves?
Then I turned to face the sun, the golden beams seemed to dissolve all for a brief moment- and the only thing that was left was a little voice begging to paddle out. So I slowly walked back to my truck, questioning every step.
I changed into my wetsuit, then made my way to the water’s edge. I plopped my board into the Atlantic and began to paddle. The ice cold salty blue splashed against my face, waking me up into a different realm, reminding me to stay present. Reminding me that all I have is now.
I made it out to the breaking point and sat. Sat amongst the empty horizon waiting for something, anything at that point to rattle me into a new state- one different from that of the alarm clock. And then it came, a small wave that most would have passed up- hence why I was the only one in the water. But I gave it a shot, what did I have to lose?
I glided into that ankle high wave and as I transferred from laying to standing, from my belly to my feet, my entire day, and perhaps my life, also shifted. I arose with a smile. One of peace, one of contentment, one of authenticity.
This small wave reminded me to give myself permission to be human. That we will experience “getting up on the wrong side of the bed,” that our stoke meters will fluctuate, that we will ride through the entire realm of emotions…and that is okay. These beautiful peaks and valleys are part of human nature.
This small wave though also reminded me, we do not have to flounder in those dull passive states and that even the tiniest of gestures, the tiniest of waves, can help us shift into anew.
To me that wave was like a hug from a friend, like a smile from a neighbor, like a compliment from a stranger. It takes no drastic effort from the ocean or a human to produce a small wave that could potentially impact an entire day, and maybe even an entire life.
We are all little waves of change, breaking on the shore of each others lives- what type of change will you create?