On the way back up to my second home on Monday, I was driving on the most beautiful highway in America, and I looked to my left to observe the beautiful ocean and beaches on the California coast. It was, however, a very cloudy day with the threat of a storm lurking at any moment. When I looked out to my left, instead of seeing the blue ocean, and the blaring sun, I saw an endless sea of gray. But it was much more than that. It was a scary, looming, daunting, and never ending. The water, which is usually joyous, coming and going, was as still as I have ever seen it. The place that is home to the largest amount of creatures was deathly still. It was unnerving. I had never personally witnessed the calm before the storm. I had heard the phrase numerous times, and used it a few times myself. But to see it, that was something else. It was eerie, but also very interesting. It made me wonder, is there always a calm before the storm? Are we always calm right before something happens? Maybe it’s because of the calm that something bad happens. Maybe we let our guards down and just relax, and then don’t read the signs when a storm is coming our way. I would like to think that this isn’t the case, because always having your guard up can be extremely tiring, and taxing on a person’s happiness. I would also like to think that maybe the storm isn’t something bad. Maybe a storm is something that is a disruption into our everyday lives that we can end up benefiting from in the end. Just a thought.
‘til next time,
XOXO, B
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