Work Surf Katrina

Attitude is Everything

Katrina Costedio — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:33:16 +0000

In New Smyrna you can drive on the beach. You drive really slow so as not to run over the small children who will dart out in front of you like wild animals; and you park on the beach (very carefully, so as not to flatten the taut ass of a Bud Light drinker who [...]

The Big Bang (Continued)

Katrina Costedio — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 11:59:17 +0000

The highway to Chad’s is straight and long. It’s nighttime. My head still hurts and I’m uncomfortable alone. Since the concussion, I feel lost without the context of another person. I don’t trust my thoughts. Everything is confusing. Beside the highway, I see a train stopped. The tiny windows glow golden, illuminating the shiny metal [...]

The Big Bang

Katrina Costedio — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 11:58:07 +0000

It was dark in the hallway. The thick, inky kind of darkness that erases everything, including yourself, paints it all black. From the light switch to my bedroom is six quick paces. Enough time, apparently, to build some serious momentum. I was on a mission to reach my bed, walking with purpose down the familiar [...]

I am Unshakable.

Katrina Costedio — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:33:54 +0000

It’s cold now. The kind of cold that makes changing into your wetsuit in the parking lot seem like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. And taking it off? Forget it. Fingers numb, fumbling for your key while the wind whips your face.My favorite part is attempting to unpeel myself without introducing my nipples and gooseflesh to [...]

Crankypants

Katrina Costedio — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 16:44:23 +0000

When I was with Brad (before I surfed), I used to pray that the ocean would be flat on Christmas. For Brad, waves trumped Holiday (and Katrina). And while I still wouldn’t ditch my loved ones on Christmas to shred, now I relate to the desire. It’s been flat here, I’ve been too busy to [...]

Time in the Water

Katrina Costedio — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 20:48:57 +0000

As I paddled confidently against the drift, jockeying for position among the other wetsuit warriors at Lido last week, I was struck by a realization: I was at home here. My heartbeat firm and steady within its neoprene nest, my mind quiet like an animal, alert and unencumbered by the anxiety of human ego. When [...]

Alone in Bed

Katrina Costedio — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 05:27:56 +0000

This morning I woke up alone, sunshine sneaking across my face on the breeze through the blinds. The emptiness of the house is palpable. The usual Elvish murmurings of Dylan waking in the next room are absent (he is with his grandparents). And the gorgeous sleepy smile of a man that was here yesterday is [...]

On Limits.

Katrina Costedio — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 12:45:44 +0000

It’s warm in my bed. Cozy. I was laying there a few minutes ago. Trying to sleep. I’m here now. At my desk, pen in hand in the half-dark. Bed-headed and pillow-faced, attempting to excavate a seed of authenticity from the pile of debris that is the current state of my psyche. Somewhere deep in [...]

I Want More

Katrina Costedio — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 17:54:00 +0000

I love birthdays. All that cake and attention. This Sunday I will be thirty-three and despite my excitement, I’ve been unable to escape the inevitable self-reflection that accompanies the passage of another year. Experience has taught me that if I’m not a little scared, I’m not getting anywhere. This relationship between fear and success is [...]

On Becoming a Designer

Katrina Costedio — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 03:44:10 +0000

The familiar sound of a Mac booting up is the first reassuring noise I hear every day. Before I look at any emails or otherwise taint my mind with media or ego, I open a blank InDesign document. My heart quickens, my face gets hot. Instinctively, I draw a long, deep breath. What if I [...]