Close your eyes and envision the sea. Warm sand, glassy blue waters, and an unending horizon. The beach is a place where you feel one with nature and with God. I’ve never felt out of place in front of the ocean. Water heals. I miss it. I especially miss listening to the waves at night. It’s been 13 years since I lived close to water. I recently made myself a promise – I will never live far from the sea ever again.
I was born and raised in Elanora Heights, a seaside town outside of Sydney, Australia. It was a small town, people knew and trusted each other. We helped each other. The house I grew up in bordered a national park. My sister and I played in the woods all the time. Instead of following marked trails, we navigated through bushes, trees, and streams (bush bashing). We were little adventurers figuring things out for ourselves; we didn’t want to rely on the boundaries of the established paths.
You are your own destiny. You can’t control how others make their decisions, or how they treat you. You can’t plan for what you cannot see, but you can determine how you react and your attitude. You have a choice to view your difficult experiences as something meaningful. I am who I am today because of what I’ve been through. I wouldn’t have known what I am capable of, and the insights about myself if I didn’t live through the storms.
Divorce is not something I wish on anyone. It’s betrayal at every angle. I wouldn’t change anything. You can’t erase 17 years of your life, but you can learn from it. When you are in the midst of the turmoil, your first focus on survival. With each day, month, and year you slowly heal. Now I am past the point of merely enduring; I see it is part of the journey to fulfill my destiny. I can use that experience for good, and in the future, I will be able to be there for others who are going through similar times. Suffering expands your ability to empathize. It allows you to walk quietly along someone who needs you for a while.