“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses… and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” Herman Melville, Moby-Dick.
I haven’t had much to complain about lately (aside from the general grievances with the state of the world). I’ve recently started two new jobs which I absolutely love, and I’ve finally found that elicit joy and passion that comes from doing something that is right for me. I’ve had the time to get back into running, which has felt a lot like coming home, I’ve uncovered my burning love for weaving, and I’ve got to spend lots of time with my favourite people. So, despite not wanting to knock people’s hats off, I’ve still taken to the sea a lot of late, and it’s been wonderful.
My sleepy county of Dorset which I have a constant one-off love affair with has been pulling me back. A lot like Moana, the sea has been calling me. A year and a half ago I was so ready to leave, but now I’m not so sure I want to live anywhere else.
I’ve recently seen lots of Durassic Coast – from Studland to Durdle Door, and even West Bay (hello Broadchurch). It’s funny how I always took these places for granted when I was busy and presumed I would get around to appreciating them someday. But now I actually have the time to explore the historic and beautiful coastline on my doorstep as life has finally got a little slower, and it’s made me realise how much happier I am.
A month ago, my time was consumed by a stressful job, a very long commute 5 days a week, and evenings wasted stressing out over a situation I hated. It’s funny how with hindsight I know how much pressure I was putting on myself, and now I’ve exhaled and life is back on track.
I’m not saying a trip to the beach solves everything. But sitting with the sound of the waves, surrounded by good company and chips with curry sauce… it ain’t all bad.