You’re the waves, reality is the sand and I am the ocean in-between. You’re the ups and downs, the whitewash and the clear blue – the rises and the falls. The sand is always there, keeping everything in perspective. And I am just all that comes between the two; maybe I’m the creatures, maybe I’m the shells, maybe I’m the abyss, or maybe I’m just the air in-between every wave. But this beach is always mine. No matter what the perceived label is, I get to create every ounce of my vision.

Even though I am creating this dream of life, I am still living it just as much. So, as every wave hits me, I experience it as something new. There is that little twinge of nostalgia, but it’s nothing more than a distant familiarity. I could live each rise over and over; I could live each fall over and over. Without those “falls”, I would’ve never known how good each rise felt. I just wish I could remember that when I’m in the fall.

So, the next time the waves come crashing down, I’ll be there for my intuition. I’ll listen at its first call, and I’ll let the blurry whispers of fear float away. The next time the waves come crashing down, I’ll breathe in the opportunity. I’ll remind myself the rise is coming. The next time the waves come crashing down, I’ll say thank you. After all, freedom is in loving the fall.

So, the next time I ride the waves with ease, I’ll breathe and soak it all in. I’ll savor every moment and take my time riding. The next time I ride the waves with ease, I’ll pay attention to my emotions. I’ll watch the flow create its waves in me. The next time I ride the waves with ease, I’ll clear out everything else. I’ll forget the external clutter and the internal hustle – I’ll lean into my peace.

Every “next time” is just my ever-changing “now”

Be fearless and free -Ace