The Beach Is Magical

As a child , I hated the beach. I hated the sand. I hated the water. I hated all the people there. Just everything about it.

I remember growing up and people would always wonder why I didn’t want to be buried in the sand. I was so scared of this. I never liked all the sand getting stuck on me. And getting stuck in weird places…

The water scared me because I’ve always been afraid of water. I’ve never liked putting my head under it, and couldn’t stand the feelings that the water gave me when I got out. Sticky, gross and salty.

I also didn’t like being out in the direct sunlight all day. It would drain me and I would just be so touchy and sensitive.

My poor mother and family had to deal with all my temper tantrums on the beach.

Saying I was a lot would be an understatement.

As I got older, things began to weirdly change.

I started getting taller and growing muscles. I realized this helped me gain a false sense of confidence for having a muscular body.

I also started realizing I looked better when I was tan, and the salt water helped with my complexion.

plus all this, I started hearing that the ocean is a healing and wonderful place to be.

So I gave it a chance.

I began to enjoy going to the beach in highschool.

I had many friends whose parents had beach houses and I loved the idea of it.

For some reason, visiting the beach was so exciting for me, and a beach house felt wicked cool! 😎

I has so much fun and so many wonderful memories going to the beaches in southern Rhode Island, where they all had their beach houses.

We had a lot of fun at these! Some fun we probably shouldn’t have been having with alcohol and such, but otherwise was just a great time.

There was a spiritual shift.

I don’t know how else to put it, perhaps an awakening to the ocean and it’s calming effects.

I began to realize how excited I was to go the beach and had no idea why.

I just intuitively wanted to be there.

Still do this day, I have no idea why I just have this intuitive feeling.

Here I am now, standing right by the waves crashing in the Long Island sound of Connecticut.

For those who have been, may know it’s no crystal clear blue water, but it still brings up the excitement for me.

It still brings back that feeling of being near the ocean and the magic that occurs.

I call it magic because I can’t explain it. It’s like some spiritual connection I have with the ocean, and the waves that constantly reinforce calming and loving consistency.

For some reason, the ocean makes me feel calm and at peace with the world, and like my anxiety is at ease. It’s magic.

For those who live near the beach or enjoy it, feel free to share in the comments your love for the ocean, and what makes you drawn to it.

Me personally, I just feel so tranquil and relaxed at the beach.

Even though I still don’t like the sand like I felt as a child, but nothing in life is perfect.

We are always going to have sand in our life no matter where we are, and go.

Sand is a metaphor, as the beach is for life.

We can love a place and be tranquil and at peace there, but still have sand in it that we dont care for.