This morning I awake to the sound of the ocean and the delectable scent of freshly ground coffee. Breakfast hungrily consumed and I head out front to the beach. It’s deserted save for a mother and her small child playfully kicking in the shallows.
The sun is beginning to make an appearance after lazily hanging back, and I’m grateful of the breeze to keep me cool.
It’s been an age since I’ve swam in open water so I head onto the hot sand and, running the last few steps, dive in. The tide breaks, fizzing up like aspirin around me as I splash gently back and forth.
I laugh and grin wildly with a smile only the horizon can see, enjoying the moment.
After a while I starfish and let the waves toss me lightly back to shore, where I wash up with the shale and the seaweed.
I walk along spying shells perfectly white like bleached bone and use this time to reflect on my travels so far. I’ve only been away for 16 days but already I’ve had experiences which will stay with me for a lifetime. I can’t believe I ever debated whether or not to take this trip.
Save some fleeting moments of insecurity, since setting foot on US soil I’ve done things I’d never thought I would, with a confidence I didn’t know I had. I’ve been ambitious, fearless, and strong.
I’m saying ‘yes!’ wholeheartedly instead of umm-ing and ahh-ing over no, or an awkward maybe. America is bringing out the best in me and reviving those parts that somehow got lost for a while back there in the harsh reality of stony-faced London.
I realise in this moment of tranquility, the depth of sadness I’ve been carrying around this last year-slowly losing sight of the person I am; how euphoric I now feel to have found her again.
I’ve stopped asking questions, I’ve stopped worrying. I’ve started living every day like its the blessing that it is. I’m out in the world and I’m part of it instead of on the outside looking in.
I’m full of colour as the grey blows away out across The Atlantic, hopefully never to be see again.
I gaze instead across the ocean, nothingness ahead of me, knowing for once, everything is out there within my reach, and that I finally have the courage to take it.
I’m no longer made of glass, about to break; I’m a Phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn.
I stand awed on the edge of forever, thinking how this is the last place on my travels I expected to have such a profound revelation, but happy that it snuck upon me anyway. I realise in this instant, I can do anything if I put my mind to it, and that thought excites me. Taking a deep breath of the heady Florida air, I start by running full pelt across the beach and leaping back into the frothing sea, a trail of fire burning in my wake.