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They gave me the gift of solitude for Mother's Day. Ideally you shouldn't surf alone, but I love being alone. Being on the water is the closest I ever get to meditation. I'm not a very good surfer, but I'm getting better.
Surfing is such a contrast to my everyday life of distraction, distraction, distraction. You think of one thing: waves. The size, the shape, the power, the sun, the sand and rocks. Where I'll put my feet on the board next time...I left the house nagging and giving directives to the kids to clean up their bedrooms and cubbies. When I got home, I picked up right where I left off, and it felt so jarring. Do I really live like this every day, I wondered? Why can't my life be as calm as my previous three hours?
My gang was busy making a cake for me when I was gone. I guess that's why the chores were left by the wayside.
I thank them for my beach day, for the opportunity to be by myself, the constant need of the introvert. I can't think of a better present, except maybe.... de-cluttering the house while I'm gone? Hmm, if I had the choice between a surf day or a clean house, I wonder which I would pick. 
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