Paddle Paddle Paddle – A New Years Parable
As conversations move from, “what did you get for Christmas,” to “what’s your New Years resolution,” I’m forced to think on the later. My trite answer has been, “drink less, eat better, workout more.” This seems to satisfy most people but that’s not really the answer. The real answer is that my New Years resolution is to, Paddle, Paddle, Paddle!
Let me back up and explain with an Indian parable.
I’m sitting on an 8′2″ longboard in the Arabian Sea off the coast of Southern India with some of my best new friends. We’re all waiting for that nine am set to roll in as it’s done so many times before at Shirley’s Beach (I still don’t know why we called it Shirley’s.) I’m feeling a bit nervous, everyone else are way better surfers and I’ve been on dry land for two weeks with a re-dislocated shoulder. Sure enough, beyond the fishing boats and jumping dolphins a nice set starts forming up. I look down the line-up at my friends and all eyes are on me.
“James, that’s your wave.”
“Next one is yours mate.”
“James, paddle, paddle, paddle.”
I size up the wave. Damn it looks pretty nice. I spin around.
“Paddle, paddle, paddle.”
Maybe I’ll grab the next one.
“Paddle, paddle, paddle.”
I think I’m too low on my board or maybe too high…
“Paddle, paddle, paddle.”
And I’m off, paddling as hard as I can, bum shoulder be damned. The wave passes underneath and I watch two friends pop-up and carve down the gentle right-hander.
I spent the next hour catching the odd wave, trying to keep my feet together, but mostly getting tossed around like a tennis ball in a washing machine of salty Arabian sea water. We packed up the boards and headed back home but I was still thinking about that one wave. The wave itself was nothing special but it was my approach to it. That wave was my life. I looked at it, analyzed it, feared it, fantasized about it. But I knew I should have just, paddled, paddled, paddled.
Yeah maybe if I paddled straight away I still wouldn’t have caught it but at least I picked a path and gave it my all. Or maybe I would have found myself inside a barrel of a double overhead or maybe I would have been tossed around on the shore but I would have popped back up and headed right back out knowing that at least I risked the unknown and went for it.
We don’t know. We don’t know anything about life or the living of it. In my work life as a planner and strategist I’ve helped some of the biggest brands and tech companies manage and engineer their success online and this is also how I approached my life. What’s the plan, what’s the plan to stay on plan and what’s the plan to get back on plan if we happen to get off plan?
That work and life strategy has served me well, no complaints but this approach leaves little room for the unknown. This fear of the unknown can be paralyzing. This fear can leave you floating in the line-up too scared to paddle into that next wave. This over-engineering of the future to avoid the fear of the unknown can exclude little life surprises that can turn your life around for the better. We don’t know what life will bring any more than we can predict the size, strength, or close-out of a wave 40 feet away. But sometimes we just need to spin around and paddle, paddle, paddle and let life propel us forward.
In the past couple of weeks some beautiful sets have been rolling in for me in love, work and finances. I don’t know where these waves are going and where they’re going to take me but in 2012 I’m not going to hesitate, I’m going to paddle, paddle, paddle!





