A League of Her Own: Wish list
Each year instead of making a list of resolutions, I create a wish list.
The list is a catalog of things I want to do or accomplish within the new-year.
“Wish list” sounds more positive and informal than “resolution”, which sounds more like a self-imposed punishment.
While I’d love to slink back into my size 6, pre-kid dress, my size 10 post-baby body says, “Heck no!” And there just aren’t enough dollars in the savings account for me to go on my dream trip to Italy.
But a girl can still dream. So I make a wish list instead.
Some of the items are small, like teaching my four-year-old daughter to tie her shoes or take a day trip to Cape Cod this summer. Other items are larger; to put an addition on the house or travel back to San Diego and participate in a women’s only three-day weekend surf camp.
Surfing has always fascinated me. My mother was a surfer, growing up in St. Simons, GA. She loves to share stories of her time on the board.
While it is in my blood, I never gravitated toward the waves. I think growing up in southwestern, ocean-less New Hampshire may have had something to do with it.
My family recently returned from a trip to San Diego where we spent Christmas with relatives. We drove down to Swami’s, an internationally known surf spot, in Encinitas, CA.
My children and I watched the wet suit clad bodies silently bob up and down in the surf waiting for the perfect wave.
Surfers appear to have their own code and seem to belong to their own secret society. I am a touch jealous of their fraternity.
I guess you could say I’m intimidated.
Fear tends to rule my life: fear of failure, fear of death, fear of never figuring out the specifics of what my purpose on this planet is.
But there are the everyday fears too. The fear of not performing well at work, the fear of what my peers are saying about me behind my back, the fear of not fitting in, or the fear that my children aren’t finding success at school or socially.
We each find a way to barrel through our fears. But will I find it in me to ride through a barrel?
Granted, some choices in life are more dangerous than others. The decisions we make create various outcomes, often predicable, but every now and then the unexpected happens.
So whether or not I actually get onto a surfboard this year remains to be seen.
Surfing is terrifying, but so is motherhood, looking for a new job or heading back to school after a 20-year hiatus.
Sometimes pushing the boundaries opens up new doors.
Hopping on a surfboard may not completely change my life in any significant way, but it might plant the seeds of confidence needed to tackle the next item on my list.
Heather Harris is reporter for the Norton Mirror, Mansfield News and Easton Journal. A three-sport high school athlete and two-sport college athlete, sports have long been a passion of hers. The mother of two can be seen hanging-ten through the streets of Mansfield where she currently resides. Heather Harris can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org