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Mexico – Remember
I remember the best time I went to the beach, well let me rephrase. I know I went but I don’t remember much. I would use and drink every single day and got in fights with people I called friends, What a vacation. I never thought it could be cool or fun what so ever to go to Mexico sober. What’s the point? I thought. Although I could not have been more wrong, I am growing in my recovery and making some of the best memories with friends I that care about and I know care about me as well.
Also every morning when we wake up at what feels like the clock of down to go surfing, I’m not hungover! It’s actually pretty sick not drinking at the beach because it’s almost like you have double the time to have fun when every other day isn’t wasted on being hung over or just ill in general.
I am really glad I was offered the opportunity to go on this trip to Mexico while early in sobriety because it has shown me not only can you have a ton of fun in sobriety but you can even take trips and potentially have even more fun.
While in Mexico I had the opportunity to get to participate in many different activities which were
offered at the trip; one of these being an art therapy activity instructed by a truly bright gifted and
knowledgeable artist. She was able to help guide me along my own creative process, while at the same
time able to voice constructive advice. The painting I ended up with I painted onto a wood canvas a
certain art form I was poor and unfamiliar with. I really dig my final product that I ended up with and I
am taking it back to my home in Flagstaff. I am extremely grateful for the opportunity I was given to
have art classes for a few days in which we did at the beginning of the trip.
Because for one I had never painted onto a wood canvas, and I feel as though I learned a lot about
myself and how to point at the same time while in the class. And lastly I am getting to take home a
totally sick painting that I otherwise wouldn’t have had.
The surfing while I was in Mexico has been incredible. On the first Sunday morning when we
arrived on the beach I was in awe at the beauty of the ocean and waves. Edgar our surf instructor had
an instruction circle then we began. Surfing was definitely harder yet more relaxing then I had
anticipated. The waves break in such a way where raw athleticism will not get you far. It is much more
about patience, timing, and positioning.
This is also a theme I can relate to my life were in surfing I expected to be incredible due my natural
athleticism. There was more to the sport in which I would soon discover and possibly care discourages
too. This is easily congruent with patience in my life. I naturally succeed at many things because of gifts
I have been given, but that would only take me so far. I must force myself to practice patience, timing,
and positioning if I wish to truly succeed in life and surfing. And although it is hard, I believe that I can
deal with adversity, and a few bad waves.