I enjoy watching surfers. Although not because I necessarily relate to this element of Southern California beach culture - in fact, I don't. I am from the icy, cold Midwest and never contemplated surfing once growing up, aside from hearing the occasional Beach Boys tune while riding with my dad in the car. But the other week, I found a secluded, rocky outcropping on a sandy beach and sat and watched a group of surfers riding the waves, floating on their boards, and enjoying the sunny day. There is something so “in the moment” about surfing. There is nothing else to distract you. It’s just you, your board, and the water. As I watched these surfers and let this feeling overtake me, I thought about how being present to the current moment is such a pleasant thing to experience. When we do this, other worries are relinquished. Restlessness dissipates. The constant refrain of “what’s next” subsides. We create space for contentment.