I came to the beach looking for community. I found space. Space to finally start processing all that has come this year.
Floating in the ocean I realized my worries were like the seaweed that is so present on the Texas coast. Sometimes annoying, sometimes prickly. Sometimes you have to physically move away. But eventually the seaweed floats on. And so do the worries. There is always more coming, but if you just keep floating you can find peace.