The past few days my roommate and I have taken some time together on the beach. It’s been really nice. I realize that even though it wasn’t that warm, and we had sweatpants and hoodies (and scarves, today), it was still pleasant and a really nice time. I love looking for rocks, I love listening to the sound of the waves, I love walking barefoot along the water and up closer to the bike path, too. I wish I had a little more confidence about being alone on the beach at night, but we’ll see.
There’s something completely soul-soothing about the beach. Even on Lake Michigan, which I know people bitch about — “it’s dirty,” “it’s not the ocean,” “blah blah blah” — I feel a sense of connection to nature and the universe and God and everything. I guess I need to make getting out there every day a priority. It’s literally steps from my house.
I definitely want to try getting on a sailboat crew this summer (I have an in) and I definitely want to go stand-up paddleboarding and definitely want to kayak again — I did that last summer, and it was really nice. I just love the water. I know that I’m meant to be on it, near it, in it, with it.
I should probably drink more of it, too.