Saturday, May 11, 2013

sweat, tears, sea

So my trip to Hawaii of course was a dream.  I will say though it kinda started out with me stressing about stupid things...such as the boys' hadn't moved out of their apartment or even started to clean it the morning we were to leave for Vegas and with the fact that we still didn't have rental cars set up, or the fact that I was positive we had packed over 40 pounds in our suitcase.
Stress can be a good thing but man can it turn negative very quickly if you let it! We went to work and got the boys moved out and the apartment all clean and smelling good before we left. And really was it as big of deal as I made it? No. Was the toilet disgusting. Oh my gosh yes but, was it a big deal that I had to actually touch it to clean it? No. That's what soap is for afterwards, to clean your hands. Most likely there will always be a solution to any problem. So don't worry.
So I was still stressed about the rental cars and tried to find some on the way down to Vegas...then gave up and realized we'd just figure it out when we got there. After all. The adventure really starts when nothing is planned and anything opportunity can come up or when everything falls through.
And did it end up being fine? Ya! We got our rental car...we just had to make 3 people spoon in the trunk and we had to sleep in a park the first night like bums because we got to our campground so late and it was no longer safe because of some locals partying in front of the gate. We wouldn't have seen the sea lion that first morning either had we been at our campsite that first night.
I mean yes, we need to plan our lives with purpose but, it's ok if our plans don't always work out perfectly! Honestly I don't think I'd learn as much if all my plans worked out...and my life really wouldn't be as great I don't think!
I also was slightly afraid of the ocean...ok maybe terrified before I went but, I realized it's just because it's something I didn't understand and really was just unknown to me.  So I jumped right in when I got there and I loved it! What a beautiful and powerful thing the ocean is.  I learned to respect it because you can't fight it. I rolled with the waves and realized sometimes you just have to do that with life to.  Sometimes you get rocked by a wave and slammed into the sand but, the last thing you want to do is panic. You either have to ride it out, roll with it, or get back up just in time to be rocked by another one. You just laugh it off and enjoy the ride or just move to a different spot.  But I had no reason to fear the ocean and I still don't. I figure I'll live for my appointed life span either way (as long as I'm not being a complete idiot when it comes to life) and if it ends in the ocean by shark or giant squid then at least that's a sweet story instead of me dying at home on my couch watching movies about the ocean.
I had said before I thought the ocean would heal me or help me overcome fear and it actually did but, it really had nothing to do with the ocean itself.  It had to do with me changing my thought process and working out a lot of things along the way of getting there.

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