For the month of July I set one simple goal. . . to get in the ocean everyday.
The salt water has a way of making everything better, a way of effortlessly cleansing my mind, body and soul. I am instantly humbled by the vastness and power that the ocean holds. All my problems wash away, or at least feel a bit smaller than they were.
Getting in the ocean everyday has made me so much more happy. It makes me feel beyond blessed for everything I have. I could be anywhere in the world, but for some lucky reason, I am here, now and couldn’t ask for anything more.
My favorite beach.
I have been wanting to watch the sunrise for a little bit now, but can never seem to wake up early enough. Today though I made it a point. I woke up at 5am, grabbed a coffee and headed out. I was not disappointed. . .
The sun starting to make its way to the horizon.
The sun rising on Lanikai beach.
Greeting the day in a beautiful way.
“Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
:: Aloha ::
This beautiful post was written by Stephanie Georgopulos of Thought Catalog and is called “I Want A Tuesday Kind of Love”. Re-reading it tonight is exactly what I needed. I needed to be reassured that what I want and crave isn’t some ridiculous, outlandish dream that only happens in movies. In fact, reading this made me realize that the Tuesday kind of love is everything they leave out of those sappy love movies, yet is what makes love in real life, well. . . .real.
“I Want A Tuesday Kind of Love”
I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.
I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.
A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.
I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love.
This always makes me smile. There is something just so nice about seeing an older couple walking down a street hand in hand.
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I don’t know why this makes me happy, but every time it happens I get some weird joy out of it. Maybe it is because every other day I feel my alarm wins, but today, I won the fight!