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The Ocean Door

 I have been obsessed with the ocean for… a very long time. "Save The Whales" and "Dolphin Safe" campaigns likely started that love when I was in elementary school, and "Shark Week" fanned the flames, along with making me fall in love with the animals.

When I was working the phones in a claims office and trying to decide what I wanted to study and do as a career, marine biology was a serious contender, for awhile. The ocean, its animals, its effects on the Earth, have fascinated me and been of great import to me.

However, I'd never made it out to even see the ocean until four years ago. It wasn't until yesterday that I got into the ocean and swam in the surf. It was a lot of fun. Feeling the power of the waves, watching and listening to them come in and out, feeling the ebb and flow of it around me legs, it was wonderful.

However… as I was driving back home and marveling at all the sights I'd seen, I realized that this experience has closed a door inside me. I've realized that being in the water is not something I love. The ocean is something that I have loved from afar, and I will continue to do so. But, it feels like that's enough. That part of me, that stage of my life, is complete.

That's a really weird feeling! I'm satisfied. Now, my mind turns to other things I want to see, to experience, to learn of. And, that's very, very exciting!



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