Something New

I learned something new last week. Stand-up paddleboarding. It’s one of those beguiling activities I’ve admired from afar and thought to myself that it looked simple enough. Not much to it. Stand. Paddle. Glide across the surface of the water looking elegant. Engage your core. Appear serene, cool and unruffled. It was catalogued in my brain as one of those things I might try one day. When I had the time.

And then suddenly I had the time. Or should I say the time had me.

Saying no to the invitation to learn would have been a red flag. Flapping in the wind. Reminding me that I’m not taking as many risks as I am continually urging my readers to take. Expose your self! Write when you don’t feel like it! Be honest! Stop waiting! Be spontaneous! Try something that makes you sweat!


And so I pull on my board shorts and I follow my eleven year old daughter down the dock at the marina (“If I’m  trying it, Mum – you’re trying it too!)

I listen attentively as the super chilled out instructor talks us through positions, launching and how to hold your paddle. I feel momentarily confident. What’s the worst thing that can happen? I fall in?  I get wet? Big deal.  All great lessons involve failed attempts.

And then my husband makes a crack about teaching me to ride a bike when I was twenty. The instructor probably thinks he’s joking.

He’s not.

I laugh along, but inside I cower.

Inside I’m fourteen again. Freshman year school trip in Yosemite National Park. Surrounded by 80 new faces. The first activity of the week is a cycle ride across the valley. The humiliating memory washes over me like a polluted wave. How do I explain that I’ve reached the 9th grade and I  still don’t know how to ride a bike? How do I make adequate excuses for my uncoordinated body? My fear of falling? My stubborn certainty that I am weird? Incapable?

I try and kick the memory to the curb. I try to forget my fourteen year old self who couldn’t cycle, and my twenty year old self who struggled trying. But even as I crawl tenatatively onto the board from the dock, my younger selves sit on the side in the sunshine, their legs dangling in the water. They’re not going anywhere. They look concerned because they know today I am a mother. Today I need to be a role model.

I glance at my daughter who is also floating on her knees, silently trying to summon her brave self. Her father and her cousin, seasoned boarders, are offering advice, but I have a feeling she is waiting for me.

It’s time to stand up. It’s time to balance. It’s time to try something new.

At this point my head is determined to be a grown-up, but my knees are stuck in the past. My knees refuse to cooperate as I ease myself into a standing position. They wobble. They tremble. They violently shake. If they had words, they would be yelling “Go back to solid ground. This is not for you. You’re going to make a fool of yourself!”

I look over at my daughter, who is looking over at me.

“I can’t stand up!” she says. But behind her I see my younger selves who are now standing up, cheering me on, willing me to succeed. “You don’t have to be like us!” they say. ‘You don’t have to stay the same forever.”

And I hear them.

And I begin to calm down.

And I listen to the instructor who seems to have been born gliding on the water. And his voice makes me feel safe. And my knees get with the program. And eventually I stand with more stability. And I paddle. And I’m still shaking but he tells me that’s normal. And in this moment I like the word normal, even though I have recently been wrestling with it.

And when I look over at my daughter she is standing too. Paddling with magical ease. Smiling at a sea lion.

I turn to thank my younger selves but they have disappeared.  I guess they knew their job was done.

So I just keep paddling. Feeling serene, cool, unruffled. Enjoying the light glinting on the water. Marvelling at how poessesive our pasts can be if we allow them to grip us too tightly, and celebrating the joys of learning something new.

Write for ten minutes using the words Something New as a springboard.


Reflect on past experiences that hinder your present. Can you loosen your grip on the past and keep growing? Keep going…

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5 Responses to “Something New”

  1. dilly
    September 4, 2012 at 3:04 pm #

    this was one of my faverite pieces yet rorys, i really loved reading this. Please keep paddle bording and show your younger self that you can do it! when come back to L.A im sure you will be an expert xx

  2. Frahnseen
    September 4, 2012 at 5:51 pm #

    Something new. Whew! All things new this week. I’m stretching myself, pushing my limits preparing the way for a molting of the old skin and a rebirth. I’m excited, expectant and at ease with myself which is not the norm. I’m sitting in a room of writing people at Genuine Joe’s Coffee House. I don’t kow a solitary writer. I walk in, pick out a table and set up my computer, order a decaf café au lait from the barista and deftly introduce myself to the organizer of the group, talk a little about my writing and not making the time to sit and write and then I begin writing. I don’t worry about not having anything to write. I just write. I am self assured even though I’m wearing a new shirt Jen brought me from Hawaii that has a large scoop neck. That’s not me either. My skin fits for a change even though I have lines of red dots down both of my arms from my allergy skin tests this morning. Even though my mind is chewing on decisions that will forever change the course of my life. Even though I have an appointment at MD Anderson in less than a month for a follow up. Even though I had an accident on my bicycle a month ago and am still healing. I’m not judging myself or berating myself or blaming someone (or myself). I’m just here writing. In the midst of words falling out of thoughts onto pages. Quiet words. Quiet thoughts. I feel good. Not get up and dancing around good. Not shouting out loud good. Just a calm, quiet, self assured good. Doing something that I love in the midst of uncertainty. A new, rock solid, comfortable, good feeling. Something new.

  3. Jen
    September 4, 2012 at 5:53 pm #

    Fear is the greatest mountain to climb. It’s so easy to find the excuse and not dive into the fear-even if you know there’s a strong chance you will fall. I suppose facing that fear head on means you won…even if you get really wet! Thanks Rory, again, for great shared insight.

  4. sophie james
    September 5, 2012 at 2:34 pm #

    Because of this post, I got in the car, put my bike in the back, took an unfamiliar route and then went for a bike ride. Being a novice driver, this was huge for me, but you’re a great spur, and inspiration. Well done! Lovely writing as always. xx

  5. Kristin
    September 12, 2012 at 8:46 am #

    Does it mean anything that I don’t remember you not knowing how to ride a bike but I do remember that I packed all the “wrong” things for that trip… I still remember how stupid I felt about the flats I brought… maybe, 29 years later, I should get over it…

    I am a great believer in trying new things but I tend to talk the talk but not really walk the walk… I have been taking a pass or saying, “no” to things for far too many years… body issues keep me grounded. I swear, I think my inner voice can say nothing but, “You’re too fat”.

    This past summer I finally tried to silence the mean-girl inside me… realistically, I know that absolutely no one out there is giving me or my weight a second thought… emotionally, I’m naked on a red carpet…

    I’m proud of you, Rory… and thank you for this website.

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