The last several blogs have been about things we can do to improve cognitive function, strengthen our brains, and contribute to improving our overall health. With that in mind, I stepped outside my comfort zone and tried something new. I learned to surf. Well, attempted to learn to surf is probably more accurate. It was a mix of hard, fun, and challenging—one of those experiences that makes you feel alive from the inside out. Not only did I pick up a new skill, but I also counted it as exercise (which, let’s be honest, is always good for the brain) and soaked up my daily dose of vitamin D (another bonus for mental health).
We road-tripped down to Galveston, a quirky and charming beach town with a vibe all its own. There’s something therapeutic about the ocean breeze, the sound of waves, and the feeling of saltwater on your skin. It’s hard to explain, but just being there seems to recalibrate the soul. Sure, the water’s a little brown and the sand isn’t perfectly white—but what it lacks in postcard perfection, it makes up for in heart and energy. The beach was full of families, laughter, surfers, and sun-soaked moments.
On the way down, we made the obligatory stop at Buc-ee’s—because how could we not? It’s more than just a gas station. It’s a Texas rite of passage. Rows and rows of snacks, drinks, quirky souvenirs, and the cleanest bathrooms you’ve ever seen on a road trip. We loaded up on beef jerky-they have a whole wall of it-we opted for honey jalapeno and it was delicious.
Then came the waves. The whole reason for this little weekend trip. And they were bigger than I expected. Even the instructor said the ocean was unusually rough. Of course it was I thought.
Surfing was, in a word, humbling. The rush of trying to catch a wave, even just paddling out, was a workout in itself. Standing up—however briefly—felt like winning a gold medal. I certainly wasn’t graceful or perfect. I took a few tumbles, drank some seawater, and got a little bruised. But honestly, it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. There’s something about that mix of fear, laughter, and adrenaline that wakes you up in ways a treadmill never will.
What matters most is that I’m proud of myself—for being willing to try, for laughing when I fell, and for embracing the challenge, even when it felt tough or a little embarrassing. Sometimes, doing the hard thing is exactly what we need. Whether it’s trying to balance on a surfboard or simply stepping into something unfamiliar, our brains (and hearts) thank us for the courage.
So, if you’re looking for a way to shake things up, strengthen your mind, and collect a few good stories along the way—remember my daddy’s words of wisdom-take the trip, make the memory. Try the thing. Catch the wave, even if you wipe out. It might just be the healthiest thing you do all summer.
