I’m not a surfer, but surfing changed my life.

Charlsie Niemiec
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read
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I randomly booked a solo trip to Costa Rica to go learn how to do something I’ve never done before: surf.

I bought new swimsuits.

I bought a rash guard.

I bought a crazy amount of zinc to keep any potential sunburns away.

I ignored the endless “You can’t go on a solo trip to Costa Rica” warnings from friends, family, and coworkers.

I headed to the airport with my passport in hand, the spirit of adventure in the air.

After a short flight, I arrived at Witch’s Rock Surf Camp in Tamarindo, Costa Rica.

Within an hour, I was out in the water sitting on top of a surfboard.

Then, I was “popping up” on a surf board.

Forty minutes later, I was popping up, standing on the board, and riding waves.

While I was up on that surf board riding to the shore with the wind on my face, I realized I pushed all my fear to the side — for what was probably the first time in my life.

I didn’t let the “what ifs” in.

I didn’t entertain failure.

I didn’t consider what other people would think.

I ran with an idea all the way until it had me standing up on a surf board.

What if you ran with your whims, your ideas, your adventurous dreams until you were living them?

What if you let your great ideas take you along for an incredible ride? 🏄

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