"Yes, I know. The New Year ship is docked just around the beach's bend, its flag of unknown and uncontrollable life events about to unfurl. But I insist on basking in the slow, warm, assuring waves of 2011 if only for but a few more glorious hours before the tempestuous 2012 tide rushes in..."
Little did I know when I wrote that last New Year's Eve how significant a role the beach and waves would actually play in my life in 2012.
Foreshadowing at its finest.
The chance of a lifetime in a lifetime of chance...
Still mulling and analyzing and processing the experience and its meaning as 2012 officially comes to a close...
It seemed like I spent the majority of my time earlier this year (when I wasn't working my two jobs here in Iowa) ensconced in my doll house-like attic writing room, tethered to my laptop, blogging daily, as I fulfilled my commitment to two intense rounds of the online 40 Days of Writing challenge.
I thought I would easily make the third round, which started just as I arrived in Myrtle Beach, but I completed only a week's worth of posts. At first I felt guilty, but then decided that I was so busy actually living and enjoying life for a change that writing about it would just have to take a back seat.
|Oh, the wonder! The beauty!|
If I could have brought the Atlantic Ocean back in my carry on, I would have. Had to settle for a small bag of sand and a big sack of shells collected during long, contemplative walks along the beach...they are my special treasures. Precious keepsakes from what I have since dubbed "my salt water sabbatical".
Of course, a sabbatical -- like a year -- has a beginning and an end.
It was difficult saying goodbye to the ocean and the sunny, rhythmic, inner peace it affords, but I am glad to be back in Iowa, spending time once again with my family, seeing my friends. And yes, I even enjoyed the coziness of the first Iowa blizzard (sort of).
|My final Myrtle Beach sunrise...|
All I know is that for the first time since I can remember, I am content to gently wave out the old year with fond appreciation and hope for the best for the new, and am not consumed with dread and loathing, fearing that the worst is ready and waiting to immediately roll into view at the stroke of midnight.
My only New Year's Resolution: To take what I have learned about myself these past three months and do my best to seize each day, to live in the moment, the here and now. Celebrate today, not mourn yesterday's passing or fret over what may or may not come tomorrow.
My Christmas gift from the sea, perhaps?
Peace and contentment to you and yours in 2013!
And, as always, thanks for reading The Home Stretch!