Happy Happens, a Melissa Moment
I spend the majority of my summer on Ontario’s West Coast, a tourist destination. By Labor Day, everyone’s gone, the beach is empty, parking at the beach and around town is no longer an issue, yet the stores are still on their summer hours.
This year, Labor Day was windy, overcast and cold! I always take the Tuesday after Labor Day off…it is my feeble attempt to extend my summer vacation and to, hopefully, squeeze in one more day at the beach.
I woke up on Tuesday and it was in the lower 60’s, windy and overcast…a replica of the previous day. As morning turned to afternoon, the sun came out and the day warmed to a balmy 65. I was disappointed that my summer ‘bonus day’ was not very summery.
But since it was my last day of summer vacation, I headed to the beach anyway. Leaving all my stuff in the car, I took off my flip flops and headed to the shore, deciding to walk along the water’s edge. On my walk, I was getting splashed by the waves as I contemplated life.
I eventually turned around and headed back to where I started. On my way back, I ran into a couple, also out for a stroll. They stopped to talk to me, commenting on the fact that I had gotten wet by the waves. I mentioned to them that I had my bathing suit on under my sweatshirt and was thinking about going in the water. They both encouraged me to do so, questioning how could I come to the beach with a bathing suit and not go in the water.
As I continued on my walk, I went further into the lake, roughly mid-calf deep (up until that point, my walk had been in ankle deep water). I was gently being pushed by the waves and my skirt was getting more and more drenched. I was debating going in. The couple I had met had a point—how could I not go in?
I gave it some thought…I’d have to walk back to the car for my towel. It was pretty windy. I’d freeze when I got out of the lake. I…there were a lot of excuses. I kept coming up with reasons—none of them good—as to why I shouldn’t.
Then I remembered…Happy happens.
Forget it, I thought, who cares?
Live a little.
I made the trek back to my car to get my towel and made my way back to the lake. I went in the water, which was surprisingly warm, and stayed in for about half an hour.
I was brought back to my childhood…being at the cottage with my siblings and cousins, playing in the waves.
I went back to that time of childhood happiness.
I was getting knocked down. I was laughing. I was having fun.
Did I look ridiculous in the water, by myself, playing in the waves? Probably. Did I care? Not at all.
It was nice to lose myself in the moment, in the waves and to do something just because it was fun. It was fun as a child and it was fun as an adult.
The waves pushed away my thoughts, problems, worries and to do lists.
I was living.
I was free.
I was happy.