In between outgrowing what I knew and where I’m going.
Realizing that being at war with yourself is a fight that can’t be won.
Understanding that relationships deepen but get more complicated as we age.
28 is making peace with what I don’t know. Accepting that the price of my new self is my old self.
You can’t outgrow what you don’t let go of.
I’m not in the bittersweet wanderlust of my early to mid twenties, yet not quite made it to the fresh start of my thirties.
Praying the world gives us the grace to grow.
Some of us are drinkin, smokin, getting high. Some hanging on by a thread seeking light and strength wherever we can find it. Some buying houses, having babies, getting married. Others on a lonely adventure exploring life’s unpredictability.
28 is being stained by what we have uncovered about ourselves and the reality of our world… but continuing to soldier on. Doing it scared. Taking risks to keep moving because we either swim or die.
28 is having discovered what we don’t like.
It’s about knowing more about our morals and what we stand on more than ever before.
It’s having just a little more clarity about life than we did when we were 26.
We made it past the 27 club.
28 is great because the world takes us slightly more seriously. We’re not “babies” but we’re not old enough to have the answers.
28 is like being the oldest sibling. People look to you as if you’re gonna know what to do, and we fake it as if we do.
28 is my favorite year of life. Not because I have more wisdom inside me and certain failures behind me.
I love it because with this little bit of life I know, I actually believe in something. I have achieved enough, lived long enough and worked hard enough to finally believe in myself.
I wonder what 29 will bring.
xoxo,
T
“Are you a hot person feeling down and depressed?”
Why is the cost of love, loss? Why do we solider on and persevere even if it seems the odds are stacked against us? Why do we “fight the good fight” with so much to lose? It seems the ticket of admission for deep love and true connection is risk–risking everything within ourselves in the hopes love will never fail. Yet, we lose people, pets, things…so my question is why in the hell do we continue again and again when we KNOW beyond a reasonable doubt that we will suffer pain, loss, angst? Is it really true that “it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?” My answer is yes. It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all .
The reason you’re alive on this Earth? At some point the two people who created you felt a sensation. Could have been lust, companionship, longing, or it could have been love. That’s the reason for my existence, the reason I have a name, it’s the reason I write this blog. To be human is to love and be loved. It starts wars and ends them. To be human is to experience every emotion under the sun and think the world may end at any moment, but continue to reheat our coffees and change the bed sheets as if we’ll live forever and nothing is wrong. But that is the insanely beautiful juxtaposition of life…just as love is with loss or change. We know *in theory* that nothing we can hold in our hands will last forever. But the crazy thing, is that love does last forever. It never fails, and it is our one true constant. You love your parents after they are long gone… you love your pets after they cross the rainbow bridge… you love after loss, and how grateful are we to have known that love? That love travels with you, and you spread it to others. To your friends, your other family, hopefully you spread it to yourself too.
So Okay—but does this explain why we as humans hold on to love even when it’s a risk? Even when it might not make sense to the outside world? It explains that pain is apart of the human experience as we are all too intimately familiar with. However, the thing about love is that it’s stubborn. Just as we are. We don’t give up easily because there is too much at stake. Matters of the heart will always bring hardship, but how interesting that on the other side there could be great change, joy, peace and happiness? When we have love, whether it be romantic, friendship, familial…it is always worth fighting for. That is because without it, without each other, this world becomes a different place. Other people are the greatest joy in life. We teach each other things, push each other to grow, experience the world together, support one another whether it be with math homework, cooking dinner, climbing Mt Everest or simply sharing thoughts over a phone call.
So although we may endure the sharpness of loss, we also become immersed in the pure joy that is loving others and being loved by others. There’s nothing else that can compare and it is apart of who we are as people. As long as we have love in this world, we also have hope. So friends, next time you cross paths with love itself…notice it, feel it, recognize it. Hold onto it. Life is both long and enduring, while also fragile and special. We live in a very hectic world where love is often last on the list of priorities. Yet without it, there would be no me, there would be no you.
As this year comes to a close, it’s that wonderful (annoying but necessary) time to reflect on this past year. To dive in and think about the delulu and beautiful moments that made this year another one to remember. The holidays are funny because they can also bring on emotions and feelings that are either really incredible or really f*cking awful. For some, this may be the best Christmas/Holiday season to date while for others it could be the worst possible time to celebrate family and togetherness. Then there is the middle ground, the happy holiday gray area that lingers like a cloud. In between all the holly, jolly, candy cane cheer and bahumbug energy, there’s us. People living lives and being people. The people are peopling. And we happened to people ourselves all the way to 2025.
This past year has been a roller coaster bringing the absolute best and worst out of me. I learned a great deal of stuff and embarked on many new journeys (physically, spiritually, emotionally). I forgot who I am, remembered, forgot again and now I’m acknowledging my truths and embracing who I am more than ever before. I went from being scared of my alone time to now feeling immense gratitude for it. My career path switched then switched again (*shocked gasp*), but this time I landed somewhere true to myself. The lessons from this year will stay with me the rest of my life, some might even say that this year has been the most important of my life thus far. For example, I learned that people who are meant to stay in your life will stay and those who aren’t will fade into the background. I learned that I like reading more than I previously thought and that I don’t have to dye my hair a different color to embrace change in my life. I have worked to prioritize myself, being the main character of my own story. I also learned that living in truth and following your heart is the only way to true joy. Trust is the true pillar of all things and without love in this world, we have nothing. One of the greatest takeaways of this year however, is learning the immense value in being present. Truly letting go of things that don’t serve us anymore, making room for what is. Connecting with our present moment and engaging with the people in our lives as who they are now…THAT is a mother*cking gift.
Life is a never ending cluster f*ck of growth, change, misery, love, joy, sadness, fun etc. It’s like the Airhead mystery flavor where you’re pretty sure it’s one thing but you never actually know what it is, you just eat it anyways. By the time we reach the holiday season, there’s an energy of “f*ckin hell we did it guys!” Believe it or not, we all live in this same winter wonderland disaster zone together so while Christmas and the holidays celebrates many things, I also like to think of it as a party we all throw to commemorate another year where we either thrived or just survived. This holiday season looks a little different for me as not all my family will be together this time and my heart is across the globe, but I have so much to be thankful for that any complaints are out of the question. So my friends, as you make your resolution list, give yourself a pat on the back and do yourself a favor, write “learn to make bolognese and play bridge” instead of “understand the limitations I place on myself by not processing my emotions,” because Lord knows that life will teach you lessons whether you write it down or not (period).
Have a merry, holly jolly, sugarplum fairy, joyful, chill, awesome, delicious, stress-free holiday szn everyone (Godspeed) and a very happy f*cking new year! This one is gonna be good, seriously I can feel it in my bones!!
First we have the bread. The resources, time, energy…the privilege to have the things we do. Then we have the lettuce, cheese, tomato (if you like tomatoes on your sandwiches), maybe avocado, THE MEAT (unless you’re a veggie person), and finally the condiments. All of which of course represent the people, relationships, good vibes and opportunities we have to be grateful for. THAT is a gratitude sandwich and BOY is it delicious.
My world has changed a bit over the last few months and I have had the understanding and clarity that I have been seeking for sometime now. I’ve been granted the gift of seeing and feeling. Not that I’ve been a numb potato for all my life, but meaning that in light of recent events, I can see past my own emotions and thoughts in a new and improved way to really see what’s been in front of me and what it truly feels like to be so grateful for what I have.
This world is f*cked up and we all know it, thats no secret. There’s 20 bad things to every 1 good thing, and sometimes (let’s be honest here) we tend to view the world through this lens because how on Earth do we not? Between the drama and facade of social media, the news outlets screaming at us with clickbait and insane headlines on top of the very real systemic issues our society faces among other pressing matters globally…being just a *person* and *existing* in this day and age can make us feel EXHAUSTED. So tired and sad. It can make us truly negative when we don’t want to be. Plus let us not forget, COVID was more than any of us could imagine. I was watching my fave TV show the other day (its a medical show lol NOT Grey’s Anatomy people calm down) and they did a COVID episode all about the shutdown and how the pandemic hit hospitals and medical staff. I literally started crying out of nowhere…like my body remembers the trauma before I can even recognize it! This moment just hit me because I realized that our environment and our world really reaches and touches us mind, heart, body and soul. We internalize things that have a lasting impact on our psyche and our attitude.
SO THAT is why I’ve been working on my mental diet by eating gratitude sandwiches everyday.
Each morning I wake up I make a point to be thankful. Grateful to God for the shoes on my feet and the car I drive. Each night I am working on making a habit of journaling three things I am thankful for OR (I got this from a podcast) I think about what went well in my day. Even if it was the smallest thing like having time to eat breakfast or a patient saying something nice to me. This is an active practice that works and it genuinely helps to shape my mindset, causing my mood to shift into a positive one.
There will never be a shortage of things to be pissed off about, that is a guarantee. Yet, there is also a myriad of things to be grateful for too. I keep seeing this quote that says, “When you pay attention to what you are grateful for, you attract more positive experiences, opportunities, and abundance into your life.” In a nutshell this is based on the Law of Attraction, which states that “like attracts like,” meaning your focus on gratitude sends out a positive signal that draws more positive things towards you. It’s simple math.
So friends, my challenge to you is this: try this idea of journaling a few things you are grateful for or perhaps think about what has gone well today. Remind yourself about what you already have and take that energy out into the world. The results may surprise you! Especially if you like sandwiches.
There’s nothing worse than when someone asks you what you wanna do with your life and you say “well I don’t know yet!” (JK there are so many worse things than this encounter but still it can be a very awkward experience). When you’re a few years shy of 30 and the niche of your dreams has yet to find you… it can feel.. well… heavy.
Heavy in the sense that your mind is constantly asking you what everyone else seems to be thinking. “How will she make money? How will she have structure? Will she be able to provide for her future kids?” Of course, the reality is that no person on this planet is more concerned about our own well beings more than *drum roll please* …..ourselves. No one pays attention that much and if they do, they’re weird. Simple.
So yes, when people ask what the hell I’m doing with my life, I’m honest. “I don’t quite know yet!” and I answer truthfully because as soon as they leave my presence or the room we’re in or whatever….I know they’ll go right back to being oh-so concerned about their own bullsh*t. So me and my bullsh*t can go back to what we were doing (which was figuring out what we’re gonna do with OUR life lol).
I have realized that once I am true to myself (i.e being honest with strangers, not lying about my goals and being real with my friends and family) that is when it becomes easier to be honest with myself in general. It is less awkward to have these moments of telling someone what my plans are (the plans are that I have no plans hahahahaha jk jk). If you haven’t caught on yet, I work in healthcare as a medical assistant in a surgical department. THIS is not my life’s dream (see every other blog post Ive ever written) and coming to terms with my relationship with the healthcare industry and my role in it moving forward has been like a complicated “what are we” conversation for the last 2 years.
But lately, Ive been honest. Honest about my writing dreams, my ideas and goals, creative passions…I’ve been real with myself and it’s been an interesting journey but being real has allowed me freedoms in my mind that I have never experienced before. This has given me the strength and bravery to take on new projects and put myself out there in new ways. AND AND AND it has made me more fearless when it comes to answering my favorite f*cking question of all time : sO WhAt ArE yOuR PlAnS fOr ThE fUTuRe??
I had the chance to put this into practice the other day when I had a patient ask me that very question. Most people expect me to say that I’m in nursing school, going to PA school or interested in being a doctor or something. So usually people are a little surprised when I say “actually, I love to write and I am planning on taking time to explore other options. I enjoy helping people so perhaps philanthropy, journalism or even owning my own business someday!” Needless to say, she didn’t have much to say because traditionally, going that route with my type of background and a degree in biology is CRAZY TALK. But you know what? I think committing to a path that you know isn’t for you is even CRAZIER.
Everyone has choices to make. Some because they have to, others because they see no other way. Maybe it’s because of family, or finances or or or or or. The list goes on. But this is the one life we get and it’s up to us and NO ONE ELSE WHATSOEVER to live it to the fullest and push for the life that will bring us the most fulfillment and joy by any means necessary. And yes, that includes scaring older ladies with the shocking choice to write blogs like this one 😘
So friends, my challenge to you is this: ask yourself what you need to be honest about. Be truthful to you FOR you. It may surprise you how much space becomes available to you–the space to explore something new or finally begin working towards that thing you never thought was worth it to begin with. After all, it is true what they say, that nothing worth while comes easy!!! But then again, who doesn’t love a good challenge 😉
Have you ever been somewhere….alone? (Like also with your dog and lots of people around?). Well I have.
For the first time I went on a solo trip. Just me, my bestie MJ and the Oregon coast.
I’m currently in a new season of life where I spend a great deal of time alone learning about myself. In this most recent episode, I took it upon myself to pack up the car and take my pup on an adventure for just us. It was eye opening. I didn’t realize how much I talk to myself, like holy sh*t. I really talk my own ear off BUT it’s all in the name of cultivating a greater sense of self. I rented a small beachfront room through Airbnb and had the opportunity to read, write, eat, watch TV and rest. It was actually a much better experience than I thought it would be.
There have been significant changes in my life lately and it took quite a bit of strength to push myself to take the 3 hour drive out to the coast. A part of me wanted to stay wrapped up in the Trader Joes Apple scented candle comfort of my one bedroom apartment, but I knew deep down that taking the time to invest in myself through a new experience, would be significantly more beneficial. One thing I found interesting while away, was how fascinating it can be to sit with your thoughts when you don’t have anything to really do or stress about. My mind went from “Wow it’s like so warm and foggy at the same time. That’s weird.” to “Sh*t, I’m really learning how to be alone and navigate my emotions.” Sometimes I’d find myself hyper fixated on the seagulls on the sand and how much my dog wished more than anything she could eat one. Other times it would be more along the lines of how my attachment style has affected the relationships in my life. I was having an endless conversation with me, myself and I.
I appreciated the chance to engage with the thoughts I had when I wasn’t worried about work, laundry, or waking up early the next day. There really is a big difference between being at home with your to-do list versus on a beautiful beach—where your to-do list is simply to ‘just be’. My favorite part of the trip was exploring a new place on my own terms. I could wake up and take my time, get my coffee, cuddle my dog and give all the energy I had— to myself. My least favorite part of the trip was confronting moments when I genuinely felt alone. This was a new feeling for me and it was kinda rough, kinda how the ocean can be, rough but beautiful too.
My biggest takeaway from this trip was that I now know I can really do something like this and be *chill*
By *chill* I mean calm, stable, okay, and just fine. I can travel solo and navigate a myriad of changes in life and come through to the other side. Sure, I might cry a few (hundred) times, but at the end of the day I can pick myself up and recognize my own strength. I don’t need someone else to remind me of my capabilities because I have proven to myself I am already capable of being independent, creative, talented etc. Hell, I didn’t know I would make a new best friend on this trip and I sure as hell didn’t know it would be me lol.
So, allllllllllll that being said I would 10/10 recommend a solo-dolo trip into whatever random environment or wilderness makes you happy or wherever you feel solitude and contentment might find you. For me, I decided on a beautiful quaint beach town with a single sensor activated street lamp and an espresso drive through. In any case, I am grateful for the time I had to focus on just “being” rather than “doing.” I encourage you to try it too. Who knows you might come to love talking to yourself just as much as I do ❤
XOXO,
Trin
P.S.
Some tips I found would have been helpful:
-Bring some late night snacks or candy for when you stay up late alone and don’t want to brave the one overpriced market at 1130pm with your pepper spray in one hand and dog leash in the other.
-Don’t bring projects to work on unless you commit. Might get side tracked and watch the new Netflix thriller series instead.
-Pack your face wash the night before you leave so you don’t have to use the Airbnb bar soap as cleanser at midnight once you realize you forgot the essentials.
-Give yourself permission to buy the overpriced hoodie at the local surf shop to commemorate such an important time.
“MOM LOOK DID YOU SEE THAT. IT WAS A BIG SQUIRREL I SWEAR”
Sitting with it sucks. It’s confusing, it can hurt and it can be daunting. Sometimes it’s funny or lighthearted, maybe even a little ridiculous. Feelings sometimes run away from you and you seem to be overthinking while chasing them down forever. They’re stubborn and annoying, especially when everyone says you just have to “feel them.” Maybe I don’t want to feel my feelings today, does what mean I have to feel them tomorrow?
I’ve heard people say that feelings are like a guide, aggressively cutting away at the thick jungle brush as they seemingly know the way through, even though it all looks the same to you. This guide is supposedly going to show you to the open field where all the answers are waiting to reveal themselves to you. Yet, the more I walk, run or sit with my feelings, the farther away clarity seems to be.
That’s why my best friend and my greatest enemy are the same thing: time. With time (again as these mystery people say), all wounds heal. All things move forward and life goes on. It is with time that the field full of answers starts to bloom and you see what is meant for you to see. I find that this is the hardest part, waiting for time to do its damn job while I sit with my feelings. This is where the discomfort and discouragement creeps in. It is at this pivotal point where I have to remember that time is on my side, and that she only wants to help.
My other friend hope, visits me too. While I sit with my feelings, she tries to push me over this hill that I have decided to sit and stay atop of. As time goes on and the sitting happens and hope intervenes, it slowly gets better. I try to accept that I don’t always know what to do with my feelings either, like maybe that voice in my head barking orders like a broken record isn’t always right. Sometimes the best way to sit with your thoughts and feelings isn’t sitting at all. Perhaps the best way to follow that overgrown path through the jungle is to get up, put on your hiking boots and start cutting away at the thick brush too—trusting that no matter how overgrown the jungle might be, the clearing will always be there.
Real look at what the inside of my brain looks like.
I want to be a little bit of everything and I want to do a little bit of everything kind of like an everything bagel.
Everything bagels are just right. They’re salty, doughy, have just the right amount of herb and are absolutely perfect toasted with some cream cheese.
I often get to a point towards the end of my day, where I wish I had more energy and more time to just do that little bit extra that I promised myself. Whether it’s go to my dance class, yoga, write a blog post, get that drink with a friend, or make myself actual dinner?? For some It might be that extra few minutes playing with their kid or taking the dog for a longer walk than just around the corner to “go potty baby!”
It’s the guilt for me. I feel like on some days I’m super woman and can wake up at 5 AM to go to the gym and work all day before cooking an incredible meal and prepping everything for the next day. but then that’s it lol. The Rest of the week I drag my ass out of bed to go to work so I can afford that mediocre gym membership and then by the time I get home I just want to sit on my ass!
So how does one become an everything bagel? In other words, how do I do everything I intend to do? This can be tricky because on one hand, you don’t want to break commitments or promises that you make to yourself. Would you break a promise to a good friend? No. Having goals and committing to them are an essential part of self-care. Letting yourself down is just as bad if not worse than letting down someone you care about. But on the other hand, listening to your body is of the utmost importance. Communicating with yourself in regards to what you need in those moments is also an essential part of self-care.
For example, today I told myself I would go to my cardio dance class which I love (and pay for). I signed up and had a spot reserved, but work was insanely busy today as we were short staffed and I was on my feet nonstop. Towards the end of my shift, I felt torn between making myself go to a work out that I wanted to experience versus going home to rest for a second day in a row. I decided to go home and I was in fact, bummed out. But the moment I got home, I collapsed on the couch with my dog and was so glad I made that choice because now my body can get the rest it needs to have a good workday tomorrow (being tired at work is the worst thing ever and it makes me so mad).
It’s also important to remember that everything doesn’t have to occur all at once. Things can be rearranged, schedules can be shifted, and nothing has to be according to a perfect timeline. This timeline is something we often create in our heads, and we tell ourselves that unless we do things that very same day, we aren’t worthy of rest.
As a very type A, organized, Little Miss ‘Plans out everything’ kinda gal, it can be hard for me to change plans because mentally I like to stick to my original plan. But if there’s any important lesson I learned in all of this, there’s nothing more important than prioritizing your rest and recovery and listening to your body. We won’t be able to accomplish anything if we sacrifice how we’re feeling physically when we know it isn’t the right time to push harder. Sometimes telling ourselves to turn it down is 10 times harder than telling ourselves to turn the dial up.
So how in the hell does this help me become an everything bagel? Well being an everything bagel is just that. I learn to balance not just my activities but also my rest and I recognize that prioritizing my rest and recovery is a huge part of why I can do activities to begin with. I guess to do everything, sometimes we have to do nothing.
So friends– eat the bagel, watch your TV show and remember to be kind to yourself.
xoxoxo,
Trinity ❤
Anyone want a bite of my vegan, gluten free, cruelty free, hypoallergenic, ecofriendly, preservative free, non-GMO, guilt free cupcake??
You know that physical feeling you get when you “ace” a test? When you thought you got at LEAST a D+ and by the literal grace of God you somehow managed a B-???? It’s a physical feeling of relief when you suddenly don’t feel like holding your breath or balling your eyes out. WELL thats how I’ve been feeling lately because I did it again….GOT A NEW JOB. But this time is different, you know why? Because I feel like I aced my test. I physically feel like my muscles are relaxed and my lungs can fill with air.
I have worked many jobs over the last 5 years. Pretty much all healthcare (except for a minor stint at a karaoke bar LOL), wearing many hats and discovering the raw truth behind toxic work dynamics and systemic hierarchical bullsh*t. It has taken many years of fighting the good fight trying to manifest my dEsTiny or whatever working 9-5 for the mAn or some sh*t. AND LET ME TELL YOU THIS: with each additional row of “experience” added to my resume I have learned some things and also learned to recognize that feeling of when something is just…right.
As a 27 year old woman, wisdom is something I have been learning the hard way through the many ups and downs of young adulthood. There are a handful of takeaways that I can say changed the way I carry myself through the world, many of which have come from my experiences in the workplace. If you’re still reading then I love you and here is my list:
SPEAK UP. Very important rule here. If you let them, they will walk all over you. Them being managers, coworkers AND patrons (i.e customers, patients etc).
DON’T make yourself smaller to make others feel comfortable. People will want you to tone down who you are in order to cater to their feelings. If you ever feel this energy from the people you work with or are around everyday, that place is not for you. If you can, LEAVE…..
…..so that you DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME. Time is the most precious thing we have in this world and it is priceless and irreplaceable. That job and those people will replace you in a heartbeat, don’t be fooled.
DON’T BE SO QUICK TO TRUST. Many times it will seem safe. It will seem nice and the water might be warm, but always stay on guard until proven otherwise. People wear disguises all the time and try to be someone they are not. Do not fall for these tricks. Use your better judgment before bringing all your walls down regardless of how much “camaraderie” there may seem to be.
Lastly, NEVER FORGET YOUR VALUE. You are bringing something important to this job or this environment. You were hired for a reason and you are skilled. Never let a job convince you that you are worth less. Ever.
As you can tell, my skin has become a little thicker these days from all the bullsh*t, but I am grateful for what I know now. You learn to appreciate the moments that do feel right. For example, personally, I know something feels right for me physically because my body has a reaction. I sometimes want to cry. I know that sounds corny and weird maybe but it means I feel relieved. Or there are times when I can actually see past my stress and anxieties to take in my surroundings for once like the storm has passed and I can see things make sense. I can actually smell the roses and appreciate the sun on my face or the leftover pizza I brought for lunch. Anyways, you get the picture.
So to this I say cheers friends and good luck. May your gut guide you! I hope wherever you are, it feels just..well.. right!?
Life is like the ocean. It ebs and flows. It can be treacherous and unforgiving. You don’t always know what is lurking beneath you —the power of the sea is unmatched. Sometimes you might struggle to stay above water as you fight the current. You can see where you put your towel and snacks down but with each breath it seems to be traveling farther and farther away.
The ocean can be cold and dark or bright blue and warm like a bathtub. Perhaps it’s a stormy, windy, salty day or maybe there’s not a cloud in sight and you find some really cool shells. The ocean is unpredictable.
The saltwater can dry you out, make you tired and thirsty. The sand can be hot and grainy or sometimes soft and comforting. It just depends.
Much like life, in the ocean you have no control. That’s the beauty of it. You can immerse yourself and see the how incredible it can be or perhaps how dangerous.
There’s no fighting it either, better to let the waves carry you while you float. Notice the sea foam, the shimmer under the water when the light hits the surface. Or feel the sand between your toes and think about how awesome it is that you get to be there, in the ocean. The bittersweet, giant mystery of the sea.
Beyond the Sea
I spent a lot of time in the sea over the last few weeks. At first, I walked in slowly, unsure about the temperature and feeling of the Baja sand under my feet (it was a little rougher). Then I realized the ocean was warm and the sand got softer. It was also sunset on this first day that I went for a swim. I jumped in and came up with a smile and need for air. It was spectacular. I felt alive and free in the vast ocean. It felt like nothing could get to me yet at any moment I could be an evening snack for a shark or something. It made me feel small, in a good way. Like the Earth was so big with so many possibilities and I was so little-just this little human bouncing around in the water. To the ocean, I am nothing—but to me, the ocean felt like everything.
The color of the ocean in Mexico is blue to match the sky, it looks crystal clear, like jewels or hard candy. Very very salty. I love salt. I love it on my margaritas and I love the sea salt in my hair. I didn’t mind at all. Initially I tried to fight the current, keep my body directly in front of my little home base on the beach. But it was tough, really tough. I felt absolutely powerless and kind of dumb trying to pretend like I could fight the current. So eventually I let go, and that’s when I felt inspired to write. That’s when I felt like I was learning a valuable lesson in life—from the ocean. She was teaching me not to fight the current and to let go. The places you’ll end up may surprise you, she said.
So finally after floating for awhile, unafraid and quite comfortable actually, I got up and walked on the sand back to base, sat down and watched the grapefruit sun go down into the water.
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