Living That Beach Bum Life.
I have a love/hate relationship with Australia, but the one thing that keeps drawing me back is the beach. My God, the beaches are the stuff of dreams.
And they fix everything.
Happy? Go to the beach! Sad? Ocean time! Unmotivated? Get your ass on the sand! There's literally nothing it can't fix. And better still, it's 50m from my front door.
Ok ok, I'll stop now.
Aside from the proven benefits - vitamin D for a healthy body and the magically illness-curing sea salt of the ocean - the beach offers other healing qualities.
There's something about being on the edge of the land that puts life into perspective and lifts your mood. I frequently stare at the horizon and remember just how tiny I am in this big old world. And just how far away from home I am. Australia is a massive island, but also massively far from anywhere else. And I like the idea of that. It shows me how far I've come and reminds me of the amazing things that await me back home.
Not to get all spiritual on you (don't get me started), but the beach is very a zen place for me. It reminds me that everything happens for a reason and that life goes on. The sun will set, the tide will rise and fall, weird seaweed stuff will brush against your leg, and it'll do the same thing the next day irregardless of what has happened today. For me, the best therapy in life is realising that there is no work headache, friendship woe, love issue or financial problem that is big enough to end my world. It's my choice to decide how to react to any given situation and nothing has the power to overrule my zen.
Especially if I sit on the beach with a glass of wine. Then I'm indestructible.
Come rain or shine, the beach will always be there. And that's exactly what pulls me back to this beautifully weird place.