Why Surfing and Cooking Are the Same Damn Thing

You’re standing at the edge of something that moves, breathes, and doesn’t really care if you’re ready.
It could be the ocean.
Or it could be your kitchen.

Both demand your attention. Not your control—just your presence and patience.

Surfing and cooking might look like two totally different things, but at their core, they have the same rhythm. Same ritual. Same soul.
You show up early. You feel things out. You wait for the right moment. You move fast when it hits.
You mess up. You try again. You learn to feel instead of force.

In the surf, you don’t just muscle your way through a wave.
In the kitchen, you can’t rush a steak or overwork a dough.
Both will let you know—real quick—if your ego’s in the way.

Surfing has a flow. So does cooking.

You get better by doing. By watching. By paying attention to details no one else sees—wind shift, swell angle, the way onions smell when they’re just right.
And when you finally nail it—when you carve a clean line down the face of a wave or plate up something beautiful with zero effort—it’s not luck. It’s you being in sync with the moment.

That’s the magic.
That’s the part that’s hard to teach.

Cooking and surfing both ask you to come alive.
To move from instinct.
To trust your gut.
To lose track of time and find yourself again in the process.

Fire and water.
Heat and flow.
Both humbling. Both healing.

So yeah, to me, surfing and cooking are the same damn thing. Or at least similar in the ways that count.
One fills your soul. The other fills your stomach.
And if you’re lucky—on the right morning—they both fill your day.