That morning, the Bali sky opened wide blue, calm, making no promises other than a day unfolding just as it was. I stepped into the ocean without big goals. Not chasing long rides, not trying to look skilled. There was only the board, a body still learning, and gentle waves rolling in. Every push was a small step. Sometimes I stood for a brief moment, more often I fell laughing without trying to. In those moments, the world felt simple. No schedules, no judgment only the sound of water, a steady breath, and the courage to try once more. That day, I faced no one but the waves. And there, I learned something quiet yet meaningful: patience, trust in the process, and how to savor the small moments we often overlook. Beneath the Bali sky, small steps on a board were enough to feel whole. 🌊🤍