When you are bored at the beach.
Congratulations!
You have won Best Problem.
The sea goes in and out as golden hour tips into LITERAL sunset.
The beauty makes you say BEHOLD, I am Adonai your God.
But you’re also a little bored!
How can this be?!
The sea goes in and out and says very plainly:
I am not a movie. I am not a bar. I am not a sale rack at Ann Taylor Petites, nor an ordinary, titillating enticement.
I am not an email that would be quick and easy to answer
and make someone’s day.
I am not a gel manicure
that will last five weeks
with low standards.
I am not clickbait
or an advertorial that’s actually-so-interesting-hold-on-let-me-text-you-this.
I am not a steak with whipped mash potatoes as the server comes right toward you.
I am not newly whitened teeth that make you less ashamed for three days.
I am not a high score, a low weight, a new Twitter follower, or a fellowship that’s really-so-hard-to-get-especially-right-now-wow-congratulations!
I’m just the infinite sea. I’ll always be here, making the same old noises and just a little boring.
I gave you crabs.
You’re welcome.
I am never bored at the beach, but I've had a hard time convincing my loved ones to enjoy it with me :-)