Buried In the Sand

For years I was MIA when it came to photo's unless they were from the first neck roll up, head shots only, but today sitting on the beach watching my daughter play in the ocean I stopped living buried in the sand. I noticed that I let fear, insecurities and plan disgust with who I was to stop me from being fully who she needed. This weekend was one more step toward coming back to life for me. It was about doing something for me, enjoying family and just giving my daughter the freedom to be a child. She has nursed me as if the roles were reversed for so long now that when she asked me to trust her I followed her out to the middle of the ocean and jumped the waves. We played like two kids and for once she didn't have to be the adult. The last time we had that much fun was a surprise trip to Universal when she was 11. I told her we were going to Florida for Bob Evans. Now I'm realizing that life is best lived when its not all about thinking about the plan, following the plan or planning the backup plan just in case the plan failed. Today I stop living buried in the sand and just jumped in the ocean.