This morning I decided to go to the beach (with apologies to my northern friends). I drove to Matheson Hammock and parked my car at the entrance to the path that leads through the mangroves and eventually to the bay. I ignored the sign. The last time I had come the same sign was up and the way was clear until I got close to the end and could come out on an alternate path. As I walked I ignored other signs, not written like the first one but certainly signs of high water. The water was flowing through the mangroves and the path was wet. Coming to a low point it became obvious that unless I wanted to get very wet I was on the wrong path. I thought about taking off my shoes and wading through but the water isn’t particularly clean and I didn’t want to risk stepping on anything sharp (or icky).So I turned around and headed back. I tried warning another person headed toward the underwater path but he had earbuds on and didn’t hear me. I found another narrow path that led back to the road and kept walking toward the beach. It wasn’t as pleasant as the path had been. There were cars and not as much shade. I stopped and took a picture of this amazing spider that was eating a beetle for breakfast.
When I got closer to the water a woman asked me to take a picture of her and her family, and I asked if I could take a picture of her daughter’s awesome shirt.
When I got to the ocean I swam a little. Even though it’s much warmer here than where I grew up it IS February and we just had a little cold snap. I hung out on the beach for a while and was just getting ready to leave when I saw some kids dressed in red caps and gowns. The colors looked so wonderful together that I walked over and took a picture. I started talking to one of the grandmothers who was with the group. They were 5th graders and were having their graduation picture taken (better now than in May when it’s too hot and muggy to be at the beach). It turns out one of the students had been in my class 6 years ago. His parents suggested that maybe I would want to look for a job at his school. I smiled and thanked them but said I’m taking a break from teaching. It doesn’t feel like my right path anymore.
When I left my job I had already ignored the signs for a while. When it came time to turn back I didn’t know where that would lead me and I still don’t. The path I’m on right now isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes the traffic moves too fast. But I think it’s taking me where I need to go and I’m meeting some amazing people and having wonderful experiences along the way.
I hope your path is taking you where you want to go. If it isn’t, maybe it’s time to find another…