Everyone asks me why I always go to the beach. My simple answer has always been; “because it’s my happy place” or “I love the sound of the waves, and the smell of the ocean air”. And while those are both very true, they are just simple answers. So, I set out to find out why. What really lies behind my answers? Why do I actually go to the beach?
It has become my place of refuge. Have you ever just needed to get away? But where do you go to get a break? It’s different for everyone. And unfortunately, I’ve learned that some people don’t ever actually find their answer. So, I’m lucky enough to have found mine. In fact, after a recent tragedy in my life, I ran away. I’ve been doing this since I could drive. I get in my car and drive and drive and drive, until I clear my head, and can return back to civilization. LOL This particular time, I found myself driving towards the beach. Once I got there, I got out, ran to the edge of the water and laid down and just stared at the stars in the sky, listened to people talking and laughing, smelled the salt air, and listened to the waves crashing. I just laid there for hours, thinking, breathing, smelling, listening. When I had cleared my head, I got in my car, drove the hour home, and was a much better person for my family, friends, and business.
The beach is therapeutic. I can walk along the ocean edge, or sit on my beach chair, and just get lost in thought. I recently turned to my Mom and asked, “why is this the only place I can just sit and do nothing?”. We laughed, because I cannot sit anywhere for very long. When I sit, I am on my phone or iPad learning something, or falling asleep. I can quite literally sleep anywhere. HAHA So, why can I spend 6 hours staring at the beach, and not doing anything at all? I still don’t know… other than I feel better when I leave, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME!!! The smells, sounds, sights, and places I allow myself to go to, within myself, heal me. It’s my therapy.
It’s truly our happy place. Since the kiddos were little, the beach has truly been our happy place. After reflecting on our days at the beach, over the years, I came to realize that is where we are all the happiest. There is no arguing, no complaining, no sadness of any kind. Well, except for the occasional bit of sand in the eye… there’s no way around crying about that! We are the picturesque family: riding the waves, walking on the edge of the water, playing football in the sand, laughing, barely taking a break, and never wanting the day to end. I think this is when I first realized the beach was magical. It’s full of nothing but peace & happiness.
So next time you need a break, go to your place. If you haven’t found your refuge, your therapy, your happy place, I implore you to make that your #1 priority. There’s nothing like knowing that if you are stressed, overwhelmed, depressed, or just need renewed energy, that you have the knowledge and power to make that change yourself and live towards being a better person for everyone whose lives you touch.
Here’s to making your world better, so you can better serve others. Isn’t that what all this is about?!