Life metaphors are my favourite kind of metaphors, the way nature can speak to you can really resonate. You could also say that I love when you can interpret something two ways, especially if there is a literal way.
I believe beaches are B-E-A- U-tiful, It’s where I spend my time in the hot sun shine, white sandy shores and clear blue water, in soft playful waves.
Other times it can be a raging set of waves where I am in over my head and a board strapped to my leg, wondering if I will survive, if I will get out alive. It’s funny because I know it’s just my fear. Where I go I’m lucky that there is soft sand below and the waves only rise up to about two metres.
It’s good to know though that everyone has different limits, we can be totally at ease in the ocean at all times, or we can remember back to when it traumatised us and made us cry.
But I think it’s important to remember the good times and train ourselves to get back out there even if we are dumped, if we’ve been around a washing machine and spat out, if we have been exhausted by the constant onslaught of waves coming at us one after another. It is OK to sit out for a bit watching the ocean do it’s thing.
We want to keep on pushing through though because we know when we get out to the back of this constant onslaught of waves, We can drop into that sweet spot and that feeling is what keeps us coming back for more.
Yep, Life’s a B-E-A-C-H.