So I'm sitting on these large rocks at the end of the lake, and it's gorgeous out today. I just remembered earlier this summer Kate and I went paddleboarding on a somewhat windy afternoon. Heading back in, we had to funnel through the mouth of the river where there was some boat traffic. I had spent the last hour truly just laying on my board letting the waves shuffle me about. But the paddle back in was hard, really hard, too hard almost. I was getting upset because I didn't understand why I wasn't making much progress with so much effort. By the time I do get in and catch up with Kate, I'm all worked up and complaining to her. She quietly says, your board is backwards.

WHAT?!

I was so pissed. Also though, life. Right?!