I started the morning with the best of intentions. While Kennedy slept in, I decided to walk the beach and have some alone time.
I've been coming to this same beach for 15 years now. I know it well. It calms my soul and erases all the noise and distractions of everyday life. Ive watched it grow from a tiny blip on the gulf coast to being named "The Best Gulf Coast Village". I love being here.
My beach is nothing special. It doesnt compare to the Florida shores or most of the beaches on the east or west coast. But its special to me.
This beach was the first place we visited, by complete accident, 2 months after we lost my dad to lung cancer. My mom came with us. I had to beg and plead for her to come. She was mourning. We were all grieving. That trip was the last thing any of us wanted...but we had booked a friends time share and there was no backing out.
I'll write about that particular trip in another blog. But one thing I wanted to highlight from that trip was that it was the first time I had hunted sea shells as an adult. My mom and I, eyes full and tears flowing, hunted shells for hours trying to do something to ease the grief that was hanging over us so heavily.
Since that day, I always hunt for shells whenever I go to any beach. I did it after ny mom died. I've done it in different countries. I can do it for hours. It's peaceful and it relaxes me. I do it 2-3 times a year....
Today, I walked about 3 miles. But I was only able to fill 1/4 of my bucket.
My body has changed since the last time I've done this. I can't bend and stoop (squats) like I used to. I ache and hurt in places that didn't bother me before. For the first time since I was diagnosed with NASH, I feel it.
To date I only take 2 prescription medications a day. 1 is a thyroid medication and the other is insulin. I've told myself I dont need to take anything else...I'm ninja-strong and I will beat this! Well ok. I still believe that but I can't argue with the pains that have been sneaking up on me the past 6 months.
Being at the beach has taught me a lot in 15 years. Todays lesson is an easy one.
I can get just as much joy and relaxation from the wicker chair on this balcony!
And after a couple of ibuprofen kick in, i can try hunting seashells again...and that doesn't make me any less of a ninja- Ha!
I've been coming to this same beach for 15 years now. I know it well. It calms my soul and erases all the noise and distractions of everyday life. Ive watched it grow from a tiny blip on the gulf coast to being named "The Best Gulf Coast Village". I love being here.
My beach is nothing special. It doesnt compare to the Florida shores or most of the beaches on the east or west coast. But its special to me.
This beach was the first place we visited, by complete accident, 2 months after we lost my dad to lung cancer. My mom came with us. I had to beg and plead for her to come. She was mourning. We were all grieving. That trip was the last thing any of us wanted...but we had booked a friends time share and there was no backing out.
I'll write about that particular trip in another blog. But one thing I wanted to highlight from that trip was that it was the first time I had hunted sea shells as an adult. My mom and I, eyes full and tears flowing, hunted shells for hours trying to do something to ease the grief that was hanging over us so heavily.
Since that day, I always hunt for shells whenever I go to any beach. I did it after ny mom died. I've done it in different countries. I can do it for hours. It's peaceful and it relaxes me. I do it 2-3 times a year....
Today, I walked about 3 miles. But I was only able to fill 1/4 of my bucket.
My body has changed since the last time I've done this. I can't bend and stoop (squats) like I used to. I ache and hurt in places that didn't bother me before. For the first time since I was diagnosed with NASH, I feel it.
To date I only take 2 prescription medications a day. 1 is a thyroid medication and the other is insulin. I've told myself I dont need to take anything else...I'm ninja-strong and I will beat this! Well ok. I still believe that but I can't argue with the pains that have been sneaking up on me the past 6 months.
Being at the beach has taught me a lot in 15 years. Todays lesson is an easy one.
I can get just as much joy and relaxation from the wicker chair on this balcony!
And after a couple of ibuprofen kick in, i can try hunting seashells again...and that doesn't make me any less of a ninja- Ha!
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