Broken Hearts, New Starts

Monday started with a bang. I heard story after story about broken hearts. Everyone had some sort of pain in their life, some sort of heartache... turns out some of them went to the beach to start anew, to start fresh. A dear friend commented that she missed her husband, a police officer killed while trying to help someone. Another told me of the man she loved, who was leaving her and her children for another woman. Yet another person told me how grieved she was over the loss of her friend who died this previous weekend.
The stories continued and cast a bit of a shadow over the week. Here's the catch, every one of them has hope. Every one of them refused to be defined by it. They found themselves realizing they weren't alone.
I guess my point is, I came to the beach start fresh, its nice to see that others have come for the same reason, either on vacation, or to stay, people come with baggage, and not all of it are things you may want to bring with you, but the beach is an ideal place to let it go.

Today is Wednesday, that means the weekend is just around the corner and people are already embracing its coming. Whether you find yourself at the oceanfront enjoying a drink while over looking the water, or watching Jake Shimabukuro play his ukulele in concert tonight, take on the rest of the week by storm and remember that EVERY day is a new start.

Signing off,

Beauty at the Beach