Didn’t get to go to the beach as much as I promised myself I would. Not by a long shot. I mean, the beach isn’t my favorite place to be, but I’m trying to become a more rounded person by not avoiding things that don’t automatically appeal to me.
There are many things I like and there are things I dislike. There are things I am alright with and things I can easily forgo doing. Then there are things I don’t do just because.
Beaches fit into this category.
But I do have to admit that they are very pretty. For the most part. Maybe the appeal of beaches have more to do with the memories made at them then the actual piece of land?
I remember the first time I saw the Pacific Ocean. My friend and I were returning from a great time in California. A little after lift off, my friend grabbed my arm and pointed to a patch of beach where the surf met sand, out the window. That was breathtaking. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be on that little bit of beach with my friends.
But that was years ago and my love of sand and waves never really grew beyond that. Except for the time brother and I watched fireworks on the dunes that time, I’ve never felt the compulsion take me.
And now summer is half over.
I’d better get off my backside and go at least one more time, other wise I will have to wait another year before I can try again.