There was a day, after our son was born, that my husband and I escaped to the beach – just the two of us. We went to one of our favorite spots, where Ponce Inlet meets the open ocean.
The sun was out but it was overcast and the skies all around showed signs of rain. The wind was strong, blowing the sand against our legs as we walked. We set up next to the jetties, where the waves crashed against the rocks. I laid on a beach chair, wrapped in a towel, staring at the waves. My husband stood in the ocean, amongst the white caps, and cast his fishing line.
As the temperature dropped and the skies darkened, the misty rain began to fall. The nearby lighthouse lens shone brightly against the darkness, something I have not witnessed in person before that day. We stayed despite the rain and watched the rough surf as it fought against itself amidst the brewing storm. The day was wonderful.
As cliché as it may sound, the beach is my happy place. It washes away all the worries of the world, breathes new, clean life into my lungs and cleanses my soul. No matter what battle I face, what struggles lie ahead – the ocean grounds me. Even on a dreary, rainy day, it centers me. It allows me the opportunity to start fresh on this journey of life.
Where is your happy place?