Since Ralph passed away I try to take a short vacation in the fall to Myrtle Beach. This year was no different but roadblocks seemed to keep coming up to taking the annual trip. I usually take one or more of my kids with me. Heath had to bow out because he had to go to Louisville with seminary related activities. Candice bowed out because her best friend is getting married. Then, Mike and Sarah came down with a dreadful stomach virus the day before we were supposed to leave. I almost canceled my reservations. I've never gone on vacation alone and was a little scared to try it. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to go anyway whether or not I had company. My drive, thankfully, was uneventful. I arrived in the afternoon, checked in, unloaded the car, grocery shopped, and then headed to the beach for a walk. Glorious! I didn't feel strange to be alone and I was enjoying the ocean and sand so much. It probably seems a small thing to most people but it was a big step for me. I have always gone with someone, been with someone, or shared with someone. This was just another step in the journey...
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I know many people say it, but I really do wish I could live at the ocean. If I had the writing skills like Mickey Spillane and a house in Murrells Inlet, how awesome would that be! While I was walking this morning on the beach (I love to take a long walk in the mornings and evenings while there) I felt such a calmness, a centered-ness come over me. I feel I could be more creative in this environment. At home the cares of life overwhelm me. I get easily depressed. I'm sure if I lived here they would follow me, too. But I like to imagine the idyllic version where I could keep my toes in the sand and let that giant Atlantic Ocean wash away my cares, lull me with her voice, and inspire me with her mystery.
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