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I need the beach. You ever realize when you’re in a funk sometimes you just need something to help clear your mind. I’ve always loved the beach. Especially growing up in Florida, it’s some of my best and earliest memories with my family. I crave it. I never could’ve imagined loving the beach as much as I do now in the off season. Seemed silly. Going to the beach to not get tan and lay in the sun, unheard of. Now I’m actually disappointed the off season is over, for a number of reasons. It’s definitely an eye opening, chapter closed, kind of feeling.

It’s kind of like closing a book and you wish you could un read it , just so you can re read it all over again for the first time, even though you know the ending, and it’s sad. So Friday will be my last day going to the off season beach. It won’t be super hot and I’ll sit in the sand or in “my office” if it’s avail. I’ll close my eyes and just breathe. Just like every Monday since September. By myself. Just me and the ocean. Actually I’m sure there will be people there on Friday. But, when I close my eyes, I’ll pretend that they aren’t actually there at all.

Memorial Day starts real summer beach season. Which I also love, but I’m not a huge fan of sharing one of my true loves, the ocean, with everyone. They litter, and pee, and listen to loud music, steal my shells, sit too close together, and smoke cigs. I could go on and on. I will get moderately and evenly tanned and remain sandy until September. I will bring the kids with me everyday and we will make memories that will last a lifetime. Seems like a pretty awesome trade off.

When all the world walks out on you because your water is no longer warm and the sand turns cold, I’ll still keep coming to see you. For it’s not you that needs me, its I who seeks you. Who the fuck knew I was so philosophical?! #justsayin