Someone asked me just yesterday, "do you ever wonder if you chose the easy way out?" But then I taste the salt spray, feel the sand between my toes as Cosmo launches into the waves, and there’s nothing easy about this kind of raw, expansive aliveness, just a full-body YES. This sensation, like my ribs remember how far they can stretch after years of holding tight, that's not easy, that's fought for, deeply. It’s the kind of wild, unthinking laugh that just erupts from somewhere deep, and in that sound, there’s no room for anyone else’s definition of "easy" or "hard."