Almost 4 years ago to the day, me and 3 other women took a Stand-Up Paddleboard (herein, SUP) lesson. I had no idea what this meant. Two of the women had done it before I think and when I was invited I thought, “Sure, why not.”
I had the best time. For someone who doesn’t swim much and really isn’t a very strong swimmer, it was a bit scary being out on the lake but with my life jacket and tethered to the board, I felt pretty safe. I fell off a lot that day. But I also stayed on longer than I ever thought and I totally loved it.
Then three years went by and although I had fleeting thoughts of renting a board or even buying one, it just never happened. Last summer, while on vacation with my family, one of my girlfriends came up for a few days to the cottage we were renting and brought her SUP board. I got on, fell off a few times, then found my footing and loved it all over again.
Most of the last year I kept telling my husband on and off that I wanted to get a board, or at least rent a board for our cottage vacation this summer.
Why rent when you can buy?
And that’s what I did. I don’t feel too guilty about it as my birthday is in a few weeks. 😉
Husband went to the local SUP store with our daughter yesterday afternoon and scoped the scene, talked with the shop owner and then after work we went back.
I am the proud owner of an inflatable SUP board.
This is what it looks like inflated.
I am so excited!!! Hoping to take it out later after work today.
I’ve become friends with a lovely woman over the past few months and she invited me to her annual gingerbread house decorating party last night. I’ve known about it for a few months and was really looking forward to it. But as it would happen, daughter spiked a fever the day before and husband and I spent most of the night up with her holding her hair back as she threw up. She was lethargic the next day with a fever hovering around 39-40ºC and a deep chest cough. She was at times delirious from sheer fatigue and the fever was just not letting up despite regular 4 hour dosing of Tylenol.
I was exhausted by the end of the day and when she finally did fall asleep around 5pm I looked down at her with a tremendous feeling of guilt because I knew I was leaving her for the night to attend the party. Guilt because I was so looking forward to spending an evening with a group of women I barely knew to drink wine and decorate gingerbread houses. Husband knew how much I was looking forward to the evening and even in his exhausted state took our son to the grocery store to get a list of food and wine for me to bring. He truly is a wonderful man.
Earlier in the week, I had gone to the local bulk food store to get supplies for decorating the gingerbread house. I may have gone a little overboard! Have I mentioned yet that I have never decorated a gingerbread house? I really had no concept of how much candy one would need. It turned out I wasn’t the only one who went overboard!
The ringolos and BBQ corn chips were for the husband, FYI.
My friend supplied all of the gingerbread houses and when I walked into her house I was giddy with excitement to see everything set up. A few ladies had planned ahead and were quite determined to wine the “contest”. There was a Florida themed house and another house that depicted a certain celebrity in the media who has been under much scrutiny lately for his sexual practices. The thought and decorating precision that went into these houses was quite impressive.
And my house? Pretty wholesome in comparison.
Needless to say, it was a great night and thankfully daughter woke up this morning with no fever!
I remember turning 30 and thinking that was a big deal. I was a newly-minted doctor, in the first year of my residency and just a little bit terrified. Terrified of suddenly being an adult. Working full-time, saving money for a house, trying to pay down my debt. I moved three more times before settling in my home. I paid some debt off while incurring a bit more. Yet, the decade that followed surpassed all of my wildest expectations. I started my career, I married the love of my life, I bought a house, had three beautiful children, met some wonderful people who became my closest friends.
So, it’s a bit strange to say goodbye to that decade. When I look back on who I was at 30, while I do recognize that young woman, I have grown and experienced so much. I am starting this new decade with much more confidence than I’ve ever had and I truly believe the best is yet to come.
The birthday celebrations have already begun. Last weekend, husband and I had a wonderful night out with one of his closest friends. We experienced a night on the town unlike any we’ve had in quite some time. It started off with a vodka bar and ended with a ping-pong game at a local club. Ping pong! In between there was a fabulous dinner, lively conversation and a couple of sore feet.
You see, I rarely wear heels. My poor little feet were aching by the end of the night and I had to take off my shoes. In the middle of downtown, I took off my shoes and walked the streets. It was exhilarating!