It can happen with anything. For writers, they often experience days, months, or years when the words won’t flow. For cooks when the recipe just isn’t right. For photographers when there’s a lack of inspiration despite being surrounded by beauty. And for me, among the whitewater and surfers, I find myself scared, despite knowing what to do.
A fear I’ve never felt before, a fear I want to conquer.
I still respect her power, her greatness — but I’d like to play, a little less fearful, amongst her waves.