Paddling out

This isn’t for followers.

It’s not for clicks.

It’s for me.

A reminder to write things down.

To track the small stuff.

To actually see what I’m doing instead of just drifting.

Surfing used to feel easy — now it’s work.

Good kind of work though. The kind that keeps you coming back, even when it’s not working.

Writing helps.

Editing helps more.

Makes it harder to ignore the dumb stuff I keep repeating.

If you somehow ended up here — respect.

You probably get it.

This isn’t curated.

It’s notes, noise, and slow progress.

A washed-up surfer documenting the decline.