My husband Clay runs a little surf company on the side of his everyday accounting job. It keeps him entertained, he loves it and maybe someday it won’t be a “side gig” anymore, but turn into something bigger! Who knows.
Last night we had to go to the beach to let a customer demo one of his boards. We had never done a demo and I felt we were going out of our way for a guys who was actually very rude on the phone. But Clay, being the nice guy he is, was so accommodating to him in EVERY way. I was so annoyed we had to spend our evening here. I was annoyed because I had made plans in my head and our evening wasn’t going to go exactly as I had imagined.
Wait. I was seriously ANNOYED?! I pouted and didn’t want to go HERE?! What is wrong with me…?
I should have felt lucky that I was able to spend the evening with my family on a beautiful beach at sunset. (Turns our demo-ing a board means letting the guy paddle around for a few minutes while we hang out on the beach.) As I was running around the sand with Ezra and watching Clay make him laugh harder than I have ever heard him laugh, time seemed to slow down and I DID feel lucky. Nothing else seemed important. I was grateful and happy to be where I was at that moment. All of the plans I had in my head didn’t seem important. All the errands I needed to run could wait another day because these two guys are my world and they’re all that really matter in the end.