What the Tide Brings
I heard a “splash” behind me followed by silence. I was trying to get my phone out of my pocket so that it wouldn’t get wet while Tess and I ran around the edge of a rock formation to see what was on the other side. When I turned around to see what the sound was, I found Tess on her stomach in the surf holding her head just above the water, laughing. The next few waves came and knocked us around a little bit and we realized that we didn’t wait long enough for the tide to go out before trying to see the “secret beach”. When we reached the other side, soaking wet in one of our only pairs of clothes that we took with us on our anniversary trip to Oregon; I realized how much we needed this...
Over the past year as we have been on this crazy artistic journey, I had realized that I had lost myself when I was surely supposed to find myself. There are so many good causes and great artists to put energy into and to make into important things that I forgot that I can put energy into myself, my art, and choose what I make most important to me. I had forgotten what it was like to want to live the life that I had chosen. I am beginning to remember again.
We took a risk in trying to get to the “secret beach”. We got hit by big waves and it got a little scary for a moment. It payed off in more ways than I imagined it would have.