I'm excited to go see the movie this weekend, but there is a problem. All this buzz and excitement around the movie has stirred something within me that I thought died a while ago.
This feeling that I need to get into the water. I can't explain it, but there is this
excitement... anxiety... feeling that if I don't throw on boardshorts and a tank, things could go very badly.
I love the smell of the salty air, the feel of boardshorts against my skin, the smell of sunscreen, the roar of waves crashing, the feel of sand between my toes, the warmth of sun on my skin, the smell of surf wax, the feel of my hair and skin after some time in the ocean... I feel like my soul needs that right now.
Like my survival depends on it.
Sounds dumb, I know.
I understand most people will think this is asinine, but it's me.
Has anyone else ever felt this way?