Unlocking your code
I tell people that growth is sometimes more about a reunion than anything else.
I grew up spending a lot of time by myself. It’s not that I didn’t have friends. I just used to get lost in me. When I was a kid, I spent endless hours playing with Legos in my room. I would forget to eat. Lose track of time. I would hit what is called the flow state, where you are so present the world disappears. Then I got into skateboarding. I’d spend the entire day outside perfecting tricks and grinding park benches. I wanted to fly. But me or my friends weren’t rich so we didn’t have any half pipes to skate in. Then life happened and I had to put my board away. My dreams of flying vanished. It was now about making money and building a future. So as I grew up, I disconnected with that part of myself.
A few weeks ago, I was at Venice beach watching the young generation of skaters catching air. It reminded me of who I wanted to be, once. But there were also an older man my age, tearing up the pool just like the kids. He probably drove a BMW and had a mortgage. He was instructed to pick up dinner I’m sure. But decided to dance with his flow state for a few hours before dealing with life again. I watched with envy.
The next day, I purchased a skateboard.
I felt heavy and old. Skating never felt this hard. After eating shit a few times, I started to get the hang of it. Every time I went up the ramp, and then back down which seemed like a fifty foot drop, I was thrown back into the 80’s. I was fourteen again. Crooked teeth. Unscared heart. Eyes filled with wonder.