Why is it we take for granted our local treasures?
I live in South Florida. One of the main reasons I moved here, besides being near family, was the beach. When I moved down here 10 years ago I was at the beach all the time. 5 years ago we moved into our house that’s 10 minutes from the beach. I can count on 1 hand the number of times I’ve come to the beach.
It’s always been that place for me to go to destress, think, meditate, and center myself.
It’s been a long week, and lately, every week is a long week. Im also so sick of staying home all the time. I haven’t been outside my house in a week!
My mother came to pick up Cam today so I figured fuck it. I finished work a little early and went to the beach. I didn’t bring a towel, or a book, or a beach chair. I grabbed my ID, credit card (incase I make my way to the tiki hut), and a water bottle. I sat my butt right in the sand!
It. Felt. Good.
Just for 30 minutes I was away. Something I need to do more often I think.