I may have said it before, but growing up in my teens, I used to tell bestie that one day I wanted to have a beach house.
I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when.
To be honest, I didn’t even know if it were possible.
It certainly didn’t seem possible at the time.
And yet… isn’t it funny how things end up working out?
Water isn’t only my recluse. My solace. Living near, being close to, or sitting under water has been shown to bring about many benefits to ALL people, some of which are lowered stress and anxiety, and just a greater sense of wellbeing.
In the Summer, I am far more relaxed. Yet I still find myself breathing deeply when wading through the beach waters, taking it all in, and giving myself a moment to meditate with my eyes open.
In the colder months… different story.
Driving past the beach helps. As does looking out the window. But another way I find water submersion in Winter, is in my own home.
I had planned on an end-of-week bath, but today, as mentally and emotionally stressed as I found myself, I realised I needed to hurry the ‘me time’ to tonight.
So, what do I do?
I light a candle. Make sure the water is HOT.
And then, not very much at all. That is the whole point after all.
I do watch my thoughts. I open myself up to the Universe, to see what questions come to me, and what answers just as quickly flow through me.
I remain impassive. I let go, my fingers floating on the surface of the water.
I breathe in light, love, and all the good in the world. All of my hopes, desires and dreams.
And I breathe out negativity, and that which does not serve me…
Then I pull the plug.
And the black energy I’ve expelled, goes down the drain.
I’ve been trying to get into ‘book mode,’ or rather, ‘editing-book mode.’
I recently got some feedback on my YA novel that I needed to up the ante for my main protagonist. I needed to make more happen… I needed to really make it, a page-turner.
Those words have been nagging me, haunting me, ever since.
So I’ve been thinking.
Reading over my notes.
Reading over all the feedback.
Tapping my chin with my pen.
Staring off into the distance.
Thinking some more.
And trying to think of some way to up the ante!
Firstly… I’m cutting out 3 characters. Just, gone. Albeit they’re side characters, but still…
Slaughtered. In place of them, a character I really didn’t think would be loved, is actually, LOVED, so he is getting a much-needed identity boost.
But that’s it. Plot points otherwise, at a nill.
I even went so far as to look up the psychology of teenage emotions, to try and get some inspiration and motivation for storylines that might fit my cast.
Fascinating stuff, let me tell you. The amygdala has A LOT to answer for. (Psst, it’s a part of the brain).
But still, no new stories.
What did I need? I needed an injection of teen stuff. I needed to immerse myself in their world, their lives, not to think and act and be like them, no, that I have down pat (part of me will forever be 18…)
I needed to know what goes down.
Books? Could I read more YA books?
Hmmm. Considering that part of my life is a huge work in progress, and I am already time poor…
This writer, more than reader, had to say, NO.
What was more immediate, than a book?
What could I access, like, right NOW?
I jumped on last night and started searching. I had Stranger Things come up repeatedly, and was actually thinking that might be the answer. I had heard about it heaps, had always wanted to watch it… could that be my YA key card?
But as I was watching a preview of it, something else was recommended, as Netflix does so well.
And without even knowing why I was drawn to it, I just knew, it was IT.
Because I have a thing for water. Clearly. (This will become blatantly obvious when my book is released 😉 )
I started watching last night. I continued more this afternoon, after work. And by the end of the second episode tonight, I even had Hubbie watching.
I am hooked.
Firstly, what is with Archie’s red hair? It is drawn on, it has to be! And his eyebrows, oh my God so thick!
The small town vibe, I am digging, only because I dabble in it myself. 🙂
The love triangles.
The Dawson’s throwback to teacher tryst…. nice nice. I wasn’t expecting that.
A murder always makes things more enticing.
The crazy twin. Like, sooo crazy!
I am just loving it.
In fact, I finally have one good reason to be coughing non-stop. I am coughing, baby girl is coughing, and you know what, if that means I will binge on Riverdale this weekend and not be social, well…
Oh well. I will have to deal (happily!)
Hold up, what was the point here? Research? For my book?
Sure, sure. I am totally getting ideas. I have no time to write them though, I have a new show I need to watch…
We had so much love surrounding our big, 50+ minute walk today.
You know, you don’t really know your neighbourhood until you’ve walked through it. Drive all you like, drive high, drive low, drive all day if you wish…
But until you’ve walked…
You just don’t know.
We took time to ponder, plan our home renovations, question plant choices, muck about, and breathe in the lovely fresh air, all while progressing to over 4000 steps, and taking in a whole lot of water views too.
Mostly, I had the SHITS, majorly, about this whole stupid toilet paper situation.
(Yes, deliberate pun).
Almost everyone has gone insane.
It’s like a dog eat dog world… already people are fighting over toilet paper (why this particular sanitary item I have no idea) so can you imagine what would happen if there was an immediate and very real threat to our health… can you imagine then what would happen?
I don’t want to.
I got home from training, and HAD to turn my head around from all the mumbo-jumbo.
I had to make it better.
The weather was meeting me half-way there… so I had to make the rest of the trip.
To the beach.
Within minutes I felt all my crazy melting away into the, what was initially very mild waters, to suddenly ICE COLD ones.
It was a short trip, but it got me away from the routine if only for a bit, and for that I am thankful.
Was this the end of our beach trips for this Summer season? I have no idea. It’s always a sad realisation, wondering if this will be the last visit, thinking the next one may be a good 7-8 months away…
SO LONG AWAY.
But, I will always have sunsets. And those are pretty damn amazing, all year round.
I can just as easily have named this a ‘reasons why I love living by the beach’ post with the waterbeing a theme and all once again,but the true intentions of my writing and where I am coming from are so different this time.
Sure, it was hot.
Sure, I wanted to make the most of Summer.
Sure, I wasn’t passing up a hot day offer from Melbourne even if it meant I was alone.
Especially because I was alone. 😉
But I’ve been in a funny space lately. Neither here nor there. Thinking about life, wondering what to do, in this odd middle-ground of nothingness, where nothing is the only thing that actually happens…
Just a whole lot of thinking instead.
I’ve been coming to grips with this weird phase, reminding myself that we all go through it at certain times of life and it’s part of the whole cocoon process in becoming a new person.
To become a butterfly we must shed our shell. But we must hide out and hibernate first to do so.
Part of my quest this year, the year of balance as I’m calling it, the ‘2020’ year, is to find more time to make me happy.
You might think that is SO easy given I don’t have a job. I have plenty of time, right?
Time doesn’t necessarily equate to heart and purpose though. And it’s awfully hard to find motivation when the car that is your life stalls and has to change new tyres, and you suddenly don’t know where the tyres are coming from. And then someone tells you to not stress, and relax.
You try relax while waiting for a tyre change.
So in the meantime, I really have to do things for me.
Things that fill my soul with purpose.
Things that make me smile.
Things that I miss doing.
Things that I always put on the backburner because I need to cook/clean/make phone calls/do washing/a billion other things on my to-do list.
Going to the beach on my lonesome is just one of those wonderful ‘me’ things.
(the seagull had to photobomb my solitary beach photo!)
Firstly, when alone at the beach, I have no one in tow, and no one to answer to. I decide when I come and go. I sit on the sand for as long as I like, and I sit in the water for as long as I like.
And today, while sitting in the water and having waves crash over me… well it truly reset my car battery. 😉
I’ve written a little story about it on Instagram, about waves and life and letting go, so I do hope you check it out… you can find me under smikgwriter so give me a yell if you’re on there too. ♥
Today being forecast to tip 40 degrees, and with us living by the beach, well it was no wonder that we ended up dipping our toes in the bay waters and shoving our feet into the sand.
But it wasn’t this fact alone that had me grateful today. Rather it was the smallest event that had me going “awww.”
A small event, with huge repercussions.
Hubbie and I were sitting on the sand observing baby girl splash some distance away, jumping over small waves in the shallow stretch of water. She suddenly came to a stop, and we saw she was holding something.
“Has she got a ball?” I asked. We couldn’t tell. But she had this thing in her hand, and she looked around, uncertain, before she started charging for the sand.
As she got closer it became apparent that the glint of silver in her hand, was a can.
Litter. Left in the water.
She carried this empty soft drink can, this 6 year-old girl who doesn’t even come to us when beckoned. She ran across the sand, her eyes darting everywhere, passing over us as she went. She got to the big red and yellow bins and paused, uncertain where to put the can when there was so much overflowing trash.
Hubbie got up to tell her the yellow one was for recycling. And as she passed me to go back into the water, I had to grab her attention, and tell her something important.
“You taking that can out of the water… that is amazing. You know how proud Mummy is of you? Well done honey.”
She didn’t smile but she held her head high as her feet led her to the water, lifting her arms up in a bit of a muscle pose.
And then she went on again, splashing in the water and making random friends with other kids.
Just another day in the life of my mini environmental warrior. 😍🌊❤