In the mornings, I sometimes head out to the beach and look for sea glass. It’s a great way to get a walk in first thing, enjoy some fresh air, and either catch up on podcasts or just listen to the waves and my own thoughts. But sometimes the search for sea glass can get competitive (seriously, it’s a thing), and I’ve found myself rushing to cover more ground in search of the elusive frosty treasures before anyone else can get them.
When you’ve been glassing for a while, you’ll start to recognize where you’re most likely to find glass. This includes at the tidal mark, where debris collects, and in rougher, rockier areas. So this morning, when I found myself in one such pebbly spot and coming up empty, I thought, “Slow down.”
So I did. I settled into a squat, breathed, and looked. As my eyes adjusted, all sorts of things showed up: glass, including the one in the photo, as well as sea-worn pottery. It was hard to believe I’d missed all of it, and by giving myself time to really see what I was looking at, so much more became obvious.
I’m sure there’s a lesson about work or life here, but damned if I know what it is.
