Recently I decided it was time to clean the old blackened wax off all the boards in my quiver. I'm not the best when it comes to keeping on top that job. I'm no where near as conscientious as one of my best friends. He strips the wax, cleans his boards, and puts on a fresh coat in anticipation of every new swell. It's all part of his process I guess. All part of building anticipation and getting stoked for what might be coming. I've been a bit remiss. I never really know exactly which board I'm going to feel like riding. I've got lots of options.
As I cleaned off my boards I realized that there were two I'd not ridden in quite a long time. I wondered why was I keeping them? Sure they were great boards, barely used, but why was I holding on to them? After thinking for a while I made the decision...it was time to thin out my quiver, sell what I've not been riding. Like lots of people I know letting go of stuff is not always an easy task. I felt pretty happy and confident with my decision.
It didn't take but a few days to get a response to my Craigslist ad. I gave the potential buyer directions to my house and contemplated just how much I was willing to take for the boards. In a matter of seconds after I'd hung up the phone a bit of doubt and remorse began to sneak into my psyche. Did I really want to part with these boards? They were pretty mint and I did enjoy the few times I'd ridden them. Session memories flashed through my head. I'd had a particularly good session on one of the boards at Domes in Puerto Rico. As all surfers can do, remembered one particular wave. Same for the other board, it was an overhead day in Asbury Park at a spot with steep take offs and a killer barrel section. Memories brought doubts. What was I going to do? Maybe I'll keep them I thought. Maybe the potential buyer will balk at my bottom line price and I surely didn't want to give the boards away That didn't happen at all. The happy buyer barely made a counter offer and within minutes my boards were gone. I watched as the truck left the boards stacked neatly inside. There I stood a bit forlorn, with a fist full of cash. Exactly enough to buy the Christinsen Osprey I'd recently fondled, I thought. Humm, I could just hop into the car, drive to the shop and pick it up. That was my initial impulse, but something came over me. Nah, I thought, wait. You don't really need another board.
In the days that have followed I'm becoming more and more comfortable with the idea that I will just keep the cash. No need for a new board now. I have an ample quiver. Picking a board for the next swell may, in fact, be a bit easier with two less to choose from. I'll get more of chance to ride what I have, might even get them more dialed in. I like that idea! Simplify my life, be grateful for what I have and enjoy it more. Not a bad life lesson. What's your quiver like? What are you holding on to that you really don't need?