Two years ago, on November 10, 2024, after a stay in Hawaii, I found myself wandering along Manhattan Beach, California, at 6 a.m. before my flight home.
I had no particular destination. I walked, stopped for coffee, watched the ocean, and let the tears come when they needed too.
I remember feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Free. Alive. Unstoppable.
Only in a beach town filled with activity at 9 a.m. would Santa Claus be merrily waving as I looked down from the pier where I stopped to reflect on life.
I laughed at the absurdity and thought, Okay, this is my life as I know it.
Life has changed considerably since that day. Some things I believed were secure are no longer certain, and the future looks different from the one I imagined.
Peace doesn’t require a perfect life.
Sometimes it finds us while we’re lost in our thoughts with wooden pier slats beneath our feet, tears on our cheeks, and a Santa Claus waving from the beach.
Perfectly imperfect.
Peace With a Soft Paw 💛🐾
-Marce
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