“How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
Well, if you spent any time with me this past week or happen to follow my pictures on Instagram (@sambatothesea), you probably might answer the above question to the age of perhaps an eight old. A month ago I received an email from a surf-friend from North Carolina informing me that she had just purchased a blow up rubber ducky pool toy to bring with her on her trip to Costa Rica. She proceeded to ask me if she should purchase another one. I laughed to myself and typed back to her, “A shark.” I don’t think Jewel knew what she was about to unleash…or maybe she did because she then purchased three more different pool toys…
You see, when the waves go kinda flat here in Costa Rica, I get antsy. Enter the scenario of really tiny waves last Tuesday. Perfect opportunity to paddle out into the lineup and hang turtle.
And just when I thought it could not get any flatter, Tamarindo became a lake. So why not hop on a boat and go snorkeling? Sounds like a beautiful way to spend a Wednesday morning.
So how old do you think I really am? My answer would be, “You are only as old as how you feel…and I feel happy.”
“If you continuously compete with others, you become bitter, but if you compete with yourself, you become better.”