You know what I miss. Standing barefoot right wear the sand meets the sea. Salty wet air whipping at my face. My heels slowly enveloped by sand and broken seashells. The bottom of my pant legs becoming wet by the inevitable waves. The sun, oh the sun, casting a warmth that envelops me and makes me feel as if this is the only place I belong.
When we can safely travel again, the beach is the first place I want to go. It’s the only place where I immediately feel like myself and all the buzz from day to day just magically clears. There’s just something about the consistency of the waves.
2020 has been a hard one for each of us. Probably in ways we have yet to uncover even. From missed family gatherings, to travel, events, or even meeting general social needs. These tiny cuts will heal over time but we will see the scars for years to come.
As much as I want to say #fuck2020, I’m also genuinely grateful for the introspection it’s forced me to have. I’m been trying to “do the work” with my mental health for some time. This year has forced me into the spotlight to do a basic song and dance of introspection.
I don’t know what the pandemic will continue to bring but I do know that I will continue to look for the next wave. The wave that will wipe the sand clean so we can start over.
C'est La Vie 