Sharing a Passion.
We all have an idea of what we want to do in life. But sometimes we struggle finding it.
Over the last six years. I’ve slowly started to see the signs. And begin focusing on how to follow them.
Sharing my passion for stand up paddling.
Teaching. Writing. Social Media.
Whether it is a learn how to paddle class, a stand up paddleboard yoga class or a paddle technique clinic.
Seeing the smile on someones face is what makes it all worth while. Because when it all melts away. That is the simple truth of life.
Are we smiling. Everyday?
Rewind this life back ten years. I was 27 years old going on 47. I was managing construction projects all around eastern Massachusetts. My stress level was at an all time high. My days consisted of meetings with older, wiser men. All who called me a “kid”, with a lot to learn.
The construction industry, shared many lessons.
Defended my ego, puffed out my chest, swore a lot and acted “like a man”. If I didn’t, the guys I worked with saw it as weakness and walked all over me. Or at least that is what I told myself.
Collegiate Ice Hockey
If working construction wasn’t enough of an ego battle, I had hockey. Standing a towering five foot four inches but my brain led me to believe I was six foot plus.
Always challenging everyone, reacting to every situation and having an ego the size of the rink. I was told forever I was to small, not good enough, so instead my ego took over. Showing everyone how big I was.
The reality, I was fighting a battle inside. Yes I overcame a lot of obstacles and did pretty well. But there were some scares on the inside. I always had to prove myself, show people I could do what I wanted.
The Passion for the Water.
I grew up on the water wakeboarding, I loved it. Becoming a local regional rider at a young age was a dream come true.
But ice hockey was my passion and growing up in New England, I could play year round. Wakeboarding was a seasonal hobby and once again I faced obstacles.
With hockey and college becoming my focus I let wakboarding slip away. Until I left the construction industry and no longer had a chance playing competitive ice hockey.
At the ripe old age of 29 I started competing in wakeboarding again. It was a six year hiatus. Living in the mountains of Colorado something inspired me. And this time when I came back, I was focussed and passionate.
Competing at the amateur level, I had grand visions. At 30 years old, I was well beyond my prime. The ego was still strong as ever and no one was going to tell me I couldn’t do it.
So I left the mountains of Colorado, for Florida. The mecca of Wakeboarding. In a matter of a year everything was falling into place, My riding getting better. Connecting with pros and industry people. I saw the future unfolding.
Until real life hit me in the face, I needed to pay for this venture.
I couldn’t land a construction job. Worse than that, I could not get a job. Then one day I awoke to the reality, that the boat on wakeboarding left. Without me.
Stand Up Paddleboarding
And this is when I received a call from my good friend Ned Johnson, the owner of Paddle Board Orlando. Offering me to come out and paddle with him. It was the day that forever changed my life.
Introduced to a community of people. All with the passion of getting out on the water. And enjoying life.
And in this community. Is where I met a friend. Who brought me to my first yoga class.
My goal. To return the favor. Inspire one person. Just as someone did to me.