Beach Reflections
The beach was empty this morning.
Not just quiet — empty.
No kids running ahead. No conversations to follow. No one tugging my sleeve or asking what’s for dinner later. Just me. My stride. My breath. The steady soothing sound of the gentle waves.
For years, I walked for other people.
Walked beside them, behind them, sometimes ahead to clear the path or lead the way.
I carried backpacks and burdens. Grocery bags and unspoken worries.
I filled in the gaps. Showed up. Held it together.
I don’t regret a single step.
But I forgot what my own rhythm sounded like.
Midlife has a way of returning you to yourself — but not gently.
There’s grief in the quiet.
There’s freedom in it, too.
Because now I hear things I used to miss.
The sound of my own breath.
The feel of sand shifting just beneath my toes.
The space between thoughts, no longer filled by someone else’s needs.
I’m not walking away from anything.
I’m walking back — back to a self I didn’t have time to know before.
And I’m walking forward – forward to a new re-invigorated self.
And this stretch of the path? It’s mine.
This is a path where I choose the direction. A path where I can be fully present for myself, not to always walk alone, but to carve a path toward new relationships.
A path that leads to a man who will walk beside me intertwined in a new state of being. Relaxed. Peaceful. Loved.
A path that swerves when the tides change its course for grandkids, friends, partner and business, but then resets with a stronger pathway.
And while my life journey to this beach has been full of the most precious moments, this new journey may be the most sacred part yet. And I am going to relish every single step.
Just Keep Walking. Step by step. Always forward.
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