Over the weekend we headed to the beach for one last fling before the school year begins. A chance to celebrate and say goodbye to summer. Just another day at the beach. Until. I found myself buried in the sand. First to my chest. Then over my arms. Over my shoulders. Sand packed around my neck. Into my ears. Around my entire head.
I’d never been buried in the sand.
There are always firsts. For each day that we wake and draw breath we have a chance to do something new. With kids it’s an easy thing to accomplish. There are so many things children haven’t done we can easily fill their days with new things to learn and experience. And while there are so many things that I’ve never experienced and so much in this world that I’ve yet to learn, I’m 34 years old. I live in my box. I follow a routine. Even the exciting things I do are often tried and true.
It might be time to let that go and learn again.
4 thoughts on “and I’m still cleaning sand out of my ears…”
“When was the last time you did something for the first time?” :-) Sounds like it was last weekend. Good for you, Cami! xo
Ain’t nothin’ better than breaking out of the box!
Well, sandy panties suck, though.
I’ve never been buried in beach sand! Probably coz I was the one sitting as far from the sand as possible watching my knucklehead with binoculars…
I’ve been buried in sand before. Which is why I let you go ahead and get buried, and I took pictures.