At the start of the year, I explored ways in which I could work more actively towards my surf goals. I’d only ever had one off surf lessons and loved the idea of doing something more intensive. I didn’t have the money for an overseas surf trip, and as I mainly surf in Cornwall anyway, a week on Surf Sistas ‘white to green’ course sounded ideal.
I’m willing to bet that when anyone envisages a week’s surf trip, it’s filled with clean, perfect sized waves, sunny blue skies and warm days. That’s exactly how I imagined my week with Surf Sistas.
Yet despite the fact that Hurricane Irma had other plans (think blown out, massive waves and unsurfable beaches), we actually scored on all of the above (with maybe the exception of warmth!). But what I didn’t envisage was how much more I got out of that week – rainbows, secret (and new) surf spots, boat trips, wavehunting, friendship and some really good times!
Hello. It’s been a while…
Sadly the absence from blogging wasn’t due to me being super busy and scoring loads of waves. I lost my head for a while, jacked in the freelancing and did a lot of hiding away at home. My self esteem hit the floor and I felt pretty rubbish.
But I’m ok now. And although I didn’t feel like surfing at times, there were some occasions over the summer where I surfed the best waves of my life. My confidence has increased a lot, to the point where as long as I can physically get out back, I’ll have a go on some pretty hefty waves. I’ve made the effort to get out there, so why not push myself?
5 weeks of Polzeath Ladies Surf Club has flown by and Tuesday’s session marked the end of the first phase. Looking back, I can see just how much I’ve achieved in a relatively short space of time.
5 weeks ago I couldn’t pop up properly. Years of bad habits meant I’d repeatedly gone to my knees and I wrote myself off as a lost cause. But thanks to a supportive environment, fantastic coaching and some perseverance, I’ve nailed it!
So on Tuesday I wanted to focus on the next step and another big hurdle – paddling out back. Now I’d corrected my pop-up, it was time to venture back into the lineup and have a go at taking off on unbroken waves. George had mentioned it a couple of weeks ago and I couldn’t wait.
Except when it came down to it, I was scared shitless. Which was weird, considering I’ve paddled out back numerous times before.
Ever since I moved to Cornwall, I’ve wanted to join a weekly surf club. Primarily to progress my surfing, but also to meet some more likeminded ladies. I hadn’t found anything suitable and I’d pretty much given up on the idea…
Thankfully, Polzeath Ladies Surf Club came along at just the right time.
April’s been a busy month! I’ve had a lot of client work on which is fantastic, especially as I’m still in the early days of building up my freelance content writing and copywriting business. I’m stoked with the response so far, and to be working with some lovely clients!
Building up a business means putting in the extra hours and days but I took a week off to coincide with my mum’s visit. Lack of time beforehand meant that I still hadn’t managed a surf and wasn’t massively feeling it. So I went with the flow and turned my attention to another love of mine – walking.
I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later because everyone loses their surf stoke at some point…right? Or is it just me?
That’s right folks. I’ve well and truly lost my surf mojo. It’s taken a hike and it’s somewhere in the wilderness.
After a great start to the year, getting back into a fitness programme and going on about my winter surf goals, my stoke just woke up one day and said ‘nah..can’t be bothered with this anymore.’
2 years ago, if you’d said to me ‘you’ll live in Cornwall, work part-time and still have enough money to pay the bills and have occasional treats’ I wouldn’t have believed you. Because I honestly thought we couldn’t afford it.
It wasn’t until my other half, who is a sucker for a good spreadsheet, worked out exactly what we could afford to live on and how much we needed to earn. And it was surprisingly a hell of a lot less than we realised.
When I was landlocked, I blogged about every surf I’d ever had out of sheer excitement…which was great at the time as it allowed me to feel more connected to surfing. It also fulfilled the original purpose of the blog – to track my surf progress (kinda like an online surf diary).
Now I surf a lot more and live closer to the coast, I don’t feel the need to shout every single time I hit the waves. It’s also probably a bit dull for you guys too, and not very exciting to hear about me wiping out in minuscule detail!
I’ve been in a bit of a funk just lately. After the surprising high of January, I’ve crashed a bit this month and had a major bout of homesickness. Despite keeping up with the gym, I’ve lacked motivation to surf or blog and I completely caved in on myself and hid away at home.
Thankfully, I have some amazing friends who helped to pick me up off the floor and get me out of the house. Last week was a good opportunity to revive the Cornwall bucket list so when Jenny suggested checking out a waterfall, little did I know when I met up with her that she was talking about St Nectan’s Glen.
I usually hate January. It’s so depressing and the weather’s usually varying shades of grey with lots of rain and wind thrown in the mix. I’ve usually failed on all my resolutions by the second week and spend the rest of the month beating myself up.
This one’s been a bit different. Whilst I’m not all smug and saying I’m smashing it (because let’s face it I’m human and everyone has off days), my determination to look after myself more in 2017 has primarily kept me on track.
Here’s a few things that’s helped to keep me motivated and made January pretty awesome…