Looking back at some old photos from work trips. Missing those beach shoots more than anything.
Then I found my journal from one of the trips and was struck by what I wrote...
"spent the day at the beach today, in between shots, as the girls got their makeup and hair touched up, I was able to look at the waves coming in. It was the first time since breaking up with him that I truly accepted I was going to be ok. I am just a spec having a rough moment. But I will come out of this bigger, stronger, wiser. The thought made me cry, of happiness, which is hard to come by these days. So I jumped in the ocean and my tears became one with the sea and I stopped feeling so along. I felt bigger, stronger, wiser. Already.