This is a picture of the sign on our patio. The Beach House … a place where we want to retire someday. We already have a vision board about it. If you aren’t familiar with a vision board, it’s a place where you put pictures or photos or drawings (whatever works for you) of the things you would like to experience in your life. Some call it a bucket list. I have one of those, too, but this is different. My vision board is a piece of poster board with pictures of various items, like the beach house. And just for good measure, I put the sign up. I look at it every day and imagine being in the beach house, looking out the window at the ocean, sipping my coffee and witnessing another spectacular sunrise.
The beach house is a place that provides complimentary sunsets and ocean views. It’s a place where I can feel the sand between my toes and build a sand castle if I want to. It’s a place where our dogs can run on the beach, chase sandpipers, or dig a hole to cool off the belly when they need to. It’s a place where the grandkids can come and stay as long as they like and spend the day surfing, skim boarding, swimming, clamming, or whatever else they want to do. It’s a place that’s the epitome of relaxation, closing my eyes and meditating while listening to the waves lap the shore.
It doesn’t matter to me which ocean, but I would prefer warm water. Do you hear me, Universe? Hint. Hint. Life is good; dreams are free.