It’s extremely hot everywhere, if you’re not at the beach.
A friend shared a picture from the English countryside that looks more like dry-heat Southern California that cool, humid, rainy England.
The beach makes everything better, thought, doesn’t it?
I’m not one for sunbathing, but love walking along the promenade, looking out into the vastness of the Pacific. Maybe going into the water. And of course, enjoying the weather.
It’s 25 degrees cooler at the beach – a mere thirty-minute drive from my house. Driving there alone, watching the temperature drop, rolling down the windows, and you feel the stress level drop.
One day at the beach and it’s easy to forget yesterday’s worries.
Weather ran the gamut – from overcast to blue skies, from cold to sunny – and I loved it all.
If anything, I prefer the cooler, overcast days at the beach. The silence of the waves. Because there is a certain silence there, within that roar. The seagulls, the waves, the surfers bobbing at the surface of the water, waiting to catch a wave. It’s all part of a meditative silence.
It’s easy to get lost and find yourself again at the beach.
To set yourself right.
So, we kept going up the coast, not ready for the drive back home. Beach after beach, town after town.
Passion is the energy that keeps us going, that keeps us filled with excitement and anticipation.
“Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate.” Jon Bon Jovi
Each new year brings new questions to be embraced, and loved.
I’m excited about finding answers to those questions.
Now that my son is a teenager about to start college in August, busy with his life, the newfound me time is here.
I’m still a long way from retirement, and nothing but me time, but there are so many things I discovered or rediscovered in the past couple of years. I have more time to write, more time to read, to remodel and redecorate.
I rediscovered photography.
My husband and I are going to take a road trip – just the two of us for the first time in forever.
I have more time for fitness.
That brings me to Zumba.
I’ve started taking Zumba classes a couple of months ago, because at this point in my life I need my exercise routine to be fun not a chore. If exercise is work, I won’t stick with it for long.
And that’s what I found. Fun. An instructor and a group of people ready to have one hour of dancing fun. (sorry about photo quality. It’s apparently not easy to take pics of moving people)
So, what is your jam (as my son calls it) – your passion, or skill applied to passion.
What did you discover or rediscover you like to do more of?
Have you ever associated color with joy? Have you noticed that certain colors – or combinations of colors – make you feel naturally happy?
Moreover, have you noticed a correlation between color appreciation and age?
I remember walking the paseos around the neighboorhood with my mom, and she would stop and admire certain colors in flowers, trees. She’d want to talk about it. I didn’t see the point in talking about plants back then, and just wanted to keep going.
A decade later, I find myself rediscovering colors and the joy they bring into my life. I caught myself mentioning the striking blue color of the sky to my son the other day on our drive someplace. All I got back was a umhh, his attention on his phone.
There is endless color around us; and it has the power to bring us so much joy. To elicit positive emotion.
Take a moment to look at your surroundings right now.
I haven’t been blogging for some time. Life gets in the way with all the nagging things that scream for attention. It’s also difficult finding the mental space to blog these days. Everything is happening on social media. Quick comments, posts, photos. It’s all there. I catch up with life events there, witness arguments of all kinds.
Blogging is more of a solitary undertaking, even though there is interaction, but different.
I did miss it, though. The pouring of thoughts, feelings, and experiences – writing, reading, all of it. Blogging is a unique medium. In some ways, better than social media. Less drama. And hey, do we need less drama or what?
Nothing will change.
You know what that means? Someone else is hearing this exact comment out there, and it sounds like an encouragement.
Driving out and about today, I heard someone on the radio talk about the recent shooting at an elementary school in Texas. One particular comment left an impression – the guest saying we have become resigned to such tragic events. Worse, we keep saying that nothing will change.
So not only are we resigned to what’s happening, but we keep saying nothing will change, hence encouraging more such events. Because if something so awful happens, and we collectively shrug our shoulders and sink to a tacit acceptance, it’s like green lighting such horrors.
We can do nothing.
The human mind is uniquely qualified to recall the past, plan for the future, reason abstractly and navigate complex situations; but here, we can ca do nothing.
I sit here and wonder how parents who take this view of doing nothing really feel. They send their kids to school as well. Do they worry? They must. School shootings are happening in a wide range of districts affecting people from all walks of life. There is no reason to believe it would not affect their neighborhood.
It affected my area in 2019 at a high school 4 miles away from the school my kid was in that day. Our school went on automatic lockdown and we all held our breaths. Next day, a politician came on TV and said something to the effect this is a small price to pay.
I have to imagine the same politician would say the same thing is something like this happened at his kids’ school. Or would that be different?
I don’t know. I’m just throwing questions our there in the universal void of our collective resignation.
Because it appears the human mind has found one problem that is absolutely unable to solve. No matter which way we turn it, twist it, look at it.
The brilliant collective human mind has come up against a wall it cannot scale, penetrate, bulldoze. Blow to smithereens. Our brains have reached maximum capacity.