A Post A Day in May – Day 2
When I split with my ex-husband, and had to move from the top of the mountain, I decided I needed to be near the beach.
The beach has always brought me calm. Peace.
No matter what was going on in my life, what consumed my thoughts and emotions in day to day life, I could visit the beach and find clarity. Joy where there might be turmoil and strife. Peace where there might be confusion and stress. And if I was already in a joyful mood, then what a better way to experience it.
I love the beach.
Over the past couple years, I haven’t spent enough time at the beach. I haven’t sunk my toes in the sand since one time last summer.
I drive near the beach often. One of my work locations happens to be close enough to see the ocean from the windows. But it’s not the same as spending a few hours feeling the ocean breeze and being on the beach.
A couple of summers ago, I was too pregnant to be waddling down to the ocean. Then it was that the babies were little and it was too overwhelming to think of taking them to the beach. And honestly, the real reason, is I’m not “bathing suit fit” for the beach.
But you know what? Who the hell cares? Fuck if I’m going to let being fat keep me from my happy place any more. I’m going to the beach this year. I’m taking the girls to the beach. Because I didn’t move toward the ocean just to drive by it every day.
I can’t wait.