Today I awoke at 5:30 am feeling refreshed and recharged. Looking out the giant window as I lay in the comfortable bed, I was able to remain quiet and calm and go within. I have learned that I use music to help me focus and to restore my energy. Music is healing
Silence is golden
I often resist quiet meditation time. My sweet husband has reminded me often how important it is to have time in the quiet. I know that in theory and believe it. Yet, I have used excuses as to why I don’t do that. Who has time to sit and be quiet? For me, it isn’t even about the time. It’s more about my mind being so busy with thoughts, often anxiety, that I have needed music to quiet the inner turmoil in order to focus.
Time alone is essential
I have discovered many things about myself over the course of the past three days.
Walks on the beach without a plan or time frame
Reading while in my beach chair at the water side as my chair slowly sinks deeper and the water rushes against me as the tide comes in
Walking along the boardwalk at sunset
Walking on the beach at sunrise, something I already knew
Talking with random strangers and learning about their life
Having casual conversations with the employees at the pier store
Connecting with someone because she has a dog and is standing alone
I have learned these things that either I didn’t realize or had forgotten:
Talking to people gives me inspiration for writing
Having an adventure by myself makes me giggle and also gives me writing ideas
I really do not care what other people think about me
I enjoy video blogging, even if I’m not yet good at it
What is good enough?
I like order and having a plan
I also love spontaneity and the freedom to do whatever…
Drink from the carton with the refrigerator door open
Leave things messy and fall asleep without changing
It is really cool to sit on a bed and be able to view two televisions and to be able to watch two shows at once
And I don’t understand why anyone, even an actress in a movie, would cheat on Richard Gere!
Watching Harry Potter movies by myself is not nearly as fun as watching them with my kids.
Watching feel good, uplifting movies inspires me to write
Stepmom is an amazing movie and makes me cry,while sitting in my pink bath
When I am depressed, I don’t feel real sadness
Depression and sadness are two very different things
Being on the 20the floor with an entire side wall of windows, in the heart of Myrtle Beach and being able to view the city and the ocean, is…
THE MOST AMAZING GETAWAY that I could ever have asked for.
I plan to make this a yearly pilgrimage and I want this very room each time.
I will be happy with any room with a side view from the 20th floor, or the 19th, even the 17th would be high enough for a beautiful view, right?
I like consistency and the idea of coming back to this very room to have memories to inspire me to write even more.
I also love change and variety and know that I will be inspired to write from any floor of this building, yet being up high is the most amazing.
My fear of heights is also exhilarating…
Standing at the edge of the balcony looking out
Looking to the ocean doesn’t really bring fear, but when I turn for the city vie, that’s when my heart races and my chest tightens
Maybe there is a message in that
Or maybe my fear is more about falling into traffic and landing on concrete
I do have some claustrophobia discovered when standing on a narrow hallway with no windows, on the 20th floor of a glass building, and reading the sign that say, “in case of fire, use the stairs, brings scary things into my mind that I had to shut down immediately to enjoy myself.
And maybe that’s the difference with someone with obsessive compulsive disorder and myself. I have fears and even obsess over ideas somethings, yet I have the ability to shut down the thoughts quickly. I knew that OCD involved the inability to shut down irrational, unhelpful, scary thoughts. Yet thinking about standing in the hallway reading that sign and how easily I was able to shut the thought out AND how easily I was able to NOT let it stop me from enjoying myself. Sure, it entered my mind each time I saw it, but I quickly moved on and didn’t obsess about it when I wasn’t standing there next to the sign.
I am always amazed at the clarity writing brings me. I had no idea when I sat down to write that I would talk about the sign and discover insight into Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, an illness that invades my children’s lives.
We won’t be staying on the top floor next month when I bring my family to North Myrtle to celebrate my 50th birthday. And that is ok with me.
I will stop and listen better to them, knowing that sitting with the fear is what they need to do to overcome OCD, and also that they don’t have to sit with all their fears, especially when on vacation. There is a difference between their fears stopping us living our lives, and minimizing being in fearful situations so that they can relax and have an enjoyable time while on vacation.
I could sit here all day on this balcony.
It’s 7:30 am now and I just remembered I wanted to take a picture of the sunrise for this post.
I can leave today, knowing I can come back here with points and also without points.
I can stay longer next time.
I can leave here today, looking forward to coming back in three weeks with my family with the thought of all five, and hopefully six of us, will be together on the beach.
We have a tradition of family vacations at the beach and that is something they will take with them for the rest of their lives. And even after I am gone, they can come to the beach and think about me, remembering our time together.
I need to go home and find the pen drive with the journal entries I write for Jason’s journal. I have Harrison and Abbys’s on paper in my bedroom closet. I likely have more entries for them as well on those pen drives or stored somewhere on a computer.
My post had moved from inspiration to a to do list….
I will capture my picture of where I am now and move forward.