I have been to the beach in Texas, in Louisiana, in Mississippi in South Carolina, in North Carolina, in Massachusetts, in New York, in Illinois (believe it or not, there is one), in California. But without a doubt, my favorite place to go to the beach is in Florida.
White sand, clear sky, clear water (unless you count the summer that we saw tar balls wash up on shore after the oil spill). It's beautiful, peaceful, and calming, until . . .
It's amazing how quickly a storm can come up on the coast. Thirty minutes and things look completely different. It's also amazing how bad things can look and how little damage it does. We thought the above storm was going to wash us away. In the end, it wasn't too bad.
But a storm can completely change your travel plans. What we had hoped was going to be a relaxing day at the beach turned into, well . . . not that at all. It turned into an afternoon inside.
And the most powerful thing about it is there is nothing you can do about it.
That's what happens when we travel. Whether it's a storm or traffic or airline delay or a beautiful sight you want to see suddenly being shut down, change happens. And often, there's nothing you can do about it. In those times, you can either choose to get over it and move on or to be bitter. The choice is always up to us.
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