I have to wonder about the timing of things. How God initiates a situation that appears dismal, but actually is the softer place to land. My escape is the beach. There is something about the combination of sea air that calms my inner being. How else can I explain that my last article for my column will appear in print when I am residing on the happiest place on earth……the beach.
I don’t believe in coincidences. Being on vacation when your identity of ten years is evaporating is certainly less harsh than sitting at home watching it unfold. Of course, I have moved on with my career. The feeling of grief is melting away, but the end hasn’t occurred. My name is still attached. My words are still on the page. So, I am thinking that I may have all kinds of emotions come April 8……or maybe not. Maybe I have come to the conclusion that I was just given a gift.
Sometimes we all need a little break from our reality. A place to go to rejuvenate and reconnect with ourselves. My escape is coming at the most ideal time and I am incredibly grateful that I have the means to do that. When there are a lot of conflicting feelings, I must remember to be present. Being present – even when I am not my best version of me – allows me to fully engage with what is occurring at the moment. Everything will fall into place. In the meantime, my getaway is calling me – ready to wrap me in gentle breezes and illuminate me with the warmth of the sun. All is well.