I recently had to travel to Florida to attend a digital conference for work. We stayed in this amazing hotel, it had amenities like the sea has anemones, spiraling staircases, great food, and amazing views. But can I tell you about the one thing it didn’t have; my family. I couldn’t help but imagine my son playing in the ridiculously over-sized pool, or my daughter running in the acres of fields surrounding our hotel like an eager army awaiting engagement. My wife–she would have loved the breakfast buffet. It had rows and rows of raspberries, thick red bacon, and a stainless steel omelette bar that chef Gordon Ramsey would’ve been proud of. It was stunning, and I didn’t take any pictures because unless their beautiful faces are in them, I just don’t know what the point is.
Okay, I lied. I took one picture, and it’s the one above; from the day we slipped on over to Cocoa Beach for the afternoon. I don’t care who you are, the beach and more importantly the ocean are majestic like the Rocky mountains. Tranquil like a hot summer night and ominous like a thunderhead…’what’s in there’, you end up thinking. Maybe I realized how important family has become to me while I was on the beach and later walking through the town in the hot Floridian sun. Something I didn’t see coming, but definitely the byproduct of growing up and realizing what things are important to you in life. I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this universe and to that end, I couldn’t imagine a family in this universe that I would prefer to be a part of. I suppose life is poetically humorous. I used to want to be a lone-wolf artist, an army of one if you will. Now all I want is for my family to be in my photos, my friends faces to be dancing through my dreams at night, and my community to be so much a part of my life that I don’t know where I end and they begin. I’m so grateful to have all of those things, I remain; unreasonably blessed. ~SDG