Life is a beach...really

So this year got off to a very good start for me with lots of motivation packed into my 'big' frame.

Hoping and praying to sail through the same way I started...you know...crossed over to 2014 with lots of prayers for a good year, then had lots of good heavy food (really tempted to take pictures of my culinary exploits and share here...but no thanks...). Talking about food, I did something weird...a post for another day, if I ever get round to it.
Then I left Hubby and the kids alternating between Disney Junior and CNN and just crashed on the bed for some well deserved rest.Oh sweet, blissful rest.



And finally...capped the holiday with a day at the (Alpha) beach with friends on Saturday.

Envying me yet?

The beach is really a wonderful place to find beauty...in the ordinary.

How very special can the ordinary get.

I get an awesome feeling just gazing at the waves and savoring the cool wet sand underneath my feet, the waters swishing and swirling around me. Felt heavenly even. So much that I had a hard time pulling away when it was time to leave. Such is the effect the beach has on me, every time.

Wondering if I am the only weird one that feels this way. Before you start wondering, I no be water pikin o but seriously wishing I live close to the beach so I could sneak in every morning to say good morning Lord. But with the rate of surges and all, I might just settle for living 2 hour drive away. Thank you.

 Doing the 'pose of life'...as instructed by my 'director'...

Never mind the 'goofy' pose....just take a look at the background, how many shades of blue do you see? Am I the only one who thinks this is really beautiful?

Sun...sand...water...beautiful people...Hubby caught on with D2...

(Flipped pictures upright but still came out like this, anyone taking me up on picture editing skills? Apparently still a 'learner')

The kids had loads of fun building sand castles and playing 'Bob the builder'. Don't you wish you were one again?

And mummy went treasure hunting on Neverland, came back with lots of seashells trophies minus Woody. (A weekend craft project lined up already, watch this space)

The seventh day in the year already and I'm still catching up, brimming with ideas and truckloads of enthusiasm; Christmas decor yet to be packed away, three birthdays on the horizon -one on the 14th of this month, another on the 25th and the third on the 11th of February. And we'ld be done till my birthday in December.

I really like to think of the new year as a blank slate, waiting for us to unleash our energies in writing and shaping how we want it to be.
The possibilities are indeed endless, so many definitive moments coming up though still unbeknown. One hundred million ways to explore our areas of passion and define our lives.

This is just the beginning. It's a brand new day and I am just beginning to define, write, shape and form...

I sometimes feel overwhelmed just thinking of the endlessly infinite possibilities that abound on this blank slate.  And sometimes I worry whether I am where I am supposed to be and whether I am really doing what I am supposed to be doing. Though I've prayed and I have faith that it's going to be a very good year but I can't help but wonder, sometimes.

Do you also feel this way or I'm a lone traveler on this road?
What is your coping mechanism for those moments when you feel a tad confused?
Would really love to know.


Regardless of all, I am just going to take each day as it comes, using my gift, giving my best in confidence that I am exactly where God wants me to be. I'm going to live and enjoy each day in gratitude and I'm going to look for and find beauty in the ordinary...this year.

I am determined to enjoy the journey this year and pick up the inevitable lessons and if I get another beautiful chance or chances, I am going to visit the beach again and again...and explore...and breathe...Care to join me?

Have a beautiful day / week / month / year and remember, life is really a beach. It's beautiful. Very.

Cheers.