Whiffleboy got me to thinking in this post which was inspired by Jason's post about "why we surf." How do you explain the stoke?
For a violin-playing, straight-A-getting, Chinese-American girl raised in Central Illinois, surfing was not actually on the envisioned trajectory. But for anybody who knows me, they will understand it when I say I surf because it's the one time in my day where I don't (and can't) think about anything else. My mind empties all its over-analyzing tendencies, dumps all worries about yesterday and tomorrow, and just concentrates on the oncoming wave.
What I write in this blog tends to be me, coming back to reality, over-analyzing with twenty-twenty hindsight.