I can freely admit I don’t deserve to spend quiet time at a beach house. Yesterday, I sat on the edge of the world in my sparkle boots and thought exactly that. The storm was whipping up the waves, sending spray twenty feet into the air. The sound was deafening. I didn’t fit in—I was so small, on a rock, on the edge of a country I don’t really understand. How did I deserve to sit right there, just when, when so many are… are not able to do the same thing. The truth is: I don’t deserve it. And at the same time, I do.  See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

The other day, I painted my old black Frye boots silver. They’d come slightly sparkly when I’d bought them, actually. They were the gated-community version of silver. They glinted in the light, but only politely, only if you took the time to look. LISTEN FOR MORE. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

“Swimming is an antidote for the existential anxiety from which I suffer.” - Bonnie Tsui, Why We SwimIn this episode, Rachael searches for flow while in the pool (and on the page). See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Rachael finds a memory on the beach. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

We're moving to New Zealand, and my wife doesn't want to be cold, something I didn't really understand, until recently. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Welcome to a show about making the leap - the REALLY scary one. You're already ready, and I'm glad you're here. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.