Lessons Learned from Squishy Clam Sand…Beth Farley


Lessons Learned from Squishy Clam Sand; It was a Good Time After all.

An anticipated day at the beach turned into a fun day spent with squishy clam sand.

I was so disappointed when I hung a left turn towards the beach and found the local police directing traffic towards the opposite direction. What a huge bummer. I was all packed with towel and sunblock ready to hit the waves but the beach was CLOSED.

How do you handle disappointments?

We headed back into town and tried one more spot. Knowing it would not have waves was okay, but what I saw was NOT at all what I was expecting. We pulled up and excitedly moved towards the beach. Within minutes I noticed that it reeked of bad clams and looked like black squishy mud. Determined to remain positive and playful, I marched forward in anticipation of what I might learn about this experience.

He held my hand as I jumped onto the extremely hot sand with broken shells. We found a spot on the other side of the beach and just looked at the low tide in disbelief. But, rather than sulk, we playfully made our way through the black murky clam mud making our way towards the clear ocean water.  Once we were in the water, I felt like I had been transported from muck to delight. It was magical. I could see right through the water. I could see our smiles looking at me through the reflection and I it was then that I decided to be okay with the change of beach and enjoy the playful afternoon ahead of me.

Sometimes life just throws us smelly situations that we have no desire to dredge through. I get it. I’ve been there so many times. I’ve had times where it was much more fun riding the wave than walking through the slimy junk.

If only we could just hold onto perseverance never despairing; never giving into the negativity or allowing the doubts to bombard us; that would be a perfect world, but we don’t live in a perfect world.

When I looked down at my feet getting all muddy as they were sinking into the warm squishy mucky clam sand, I found myself smiling. I found myself accepting this new experience. We made our way back to the blanket. I had lotion put on my back, had great effortless conversation and shared a fun experience…All because I changed my perspective.

If you’re running a 26-mile marathon, remember that every mile is run one step at a time. If you are writing a book, do it one page at a time. If you’re trying to master a new language, try it one word at a time. There are 365 days in the average year. Divide any project by 365 and you’ll find that no job is all that intimidating. Charles Swindle

Needing to change your perspective about a disappointment?

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