Hi, my name is Natalie and I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. (Please, if you got that reference, leave a comment!).
I’ve always been a water lover. I grew up with a pool, I would spend hours in it. I love baths. The beach, however, its a bit of a love/hate relationship. I love getting in the water, feeling it wash over me, but as I mentioned, sand.
The beach is my BFF Kays happy place. It’s where she goes to unwind and relax. She was headed out one day and asked if I wanted to tag along. Obviously, as you can see, I said yes. I am so glad I did.
I walked away feeling somewhat cleansed. Back in March, I was overwhelmed with so many emotions, but also numb. It’s so hard to describe the journey of grief. Going to the beach, being out in the sun, in the water, it was healing. I spent time with Kay, I spent time with myself, I spent time with the universe.
I remember my sister commenting “Only you would go to the beach wearing a sequined bucket hat”. Yep, that’s me.