You know all those negative vibes coming from me in Orlando?
It is amazing what a trip to the beach can do to erase that negative stuff.
Yesterday, after my class finished up I had a few hours. The old, non-wandering me would have headed directly to the airport to drop off the rental car and wait for the flight.
Not the new me.
I looked very closely at my rental car map and headed east to Daytona Beach.
Not only did I end up driving right alongside the Daytona Speedway(!), but I also drove on the beach.
Yep. $5 gets you and your car right on the sand for six miles.
So I drove a bit on the beach and then parked near a hamburger stand. Ordered a deluxe cheeseburger and a diet coke from a kid who said he'd spent time in LaVerkin in Utah (I wondered aloud if he'd been a bit of a rascal to get sent there and he agreed he was once, but he learned his lesson in Utah). I took my burger and soda and walked down to stand in the Atlantic.
There is something magical about the ocean, feeling the waves on your skin and the sand under your feet and the sun on your face.
It was glorious. Even when the giant Florida raindrops started to fall.
That little sliver of time by the water soothed my anxiety and calmed my soul.
Those moments at the beach were just what I needed.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
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Envious, I admit it. But also glad for you. A little adventure and an instinct about what your soul needs and wants--that's what, with any luck, getting older can buy you. Well done. Glad to think about you eating that cheeseburger with your feet in the ocean.
Also: envious.
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