there are so many things i want to try, now that i realise that i can. now that i really realise that i can.
i wanted to surf, but i needed a little push. so i booked a trip to byron bay. magical byron bay, where i travelled to on my own last year and soaked in its bliss. went to beaches, ate great food, met the lovely locals and did enough yoga to convince me that i needed to study it. this time, i am embarking on private surfing lessons.
I’ve always wanted to play the guitar. So I’m buying one.
i wanted to own a Saint Laurent bag. so i bought one.
i have, for over a decade, wanted perfect eyesight. so last year i bought that. and now i open my eyes every morning and embrace the miracle that people take for granted.
if there is one thing I’ve learnt in the past year it’s that I have two options: to do it, or to die never having done it. and GOSH I don’t want to die not having learnt how to do one of those swooshy things on a surfboard. or own a Baby Taylor. or stick a handstand in the middle of the room. And every time I wonder if it’s worth the money, or the time, but mostly the money... whatever it is. the eyes, the camera that I bought on the way to my first solo trip to NYC, the private classes… any of it. i wonder if i want to die not having done it.
and sometimes the answer is “I don’t care”. Like taking a certain job, or buying another white shirt. and I don’t do it. nut sometimes the answer is, “I need to surf a wave in Byron Bay.” and so i go.
there are too many things left to do.