For as long as I can remember, I have always charged into the ocean. As a kid on the Cape. As a honeymooner on Kauai. On one Caribbean island or another. The bigger the waves the better.
But standing on the shore of Banderas Bay in Puerto Vallarta, I didn’t charge in. Something said don’t. The waves were breaking big and bad. The surf was pounding to the point I could feel it. I wanted to. But I didn’t.
I stayed on the shore. Feeling older. But wiser. Until next time.