The best part of going to the beach? For me it's always been the sand. Some people hate that part but not me...oh no...that's the good stuff. I can sit in the sand for hours and bury my feet in it...lift it up and let it run through my fingers. I build castles with it, make it into any chair or pillow I need for when I'm lounging. The only thing about it is that it carries over into my car...house and later that night I always seem to find random pebbles in crevices on my body that do NOT belong on a blog.
I believe that this is what baggage can look like. When we are in a relationship...we play, have fun and build castles...we enjoy the sunny days and relish in the moments. But at some point the tide comes in and washes it away. Breaks down our castles...sweeps them out. We walk back annoyed, tired and spent...empty and feeling as if all that work we did was for nothing if it could be swept away so easily.
Now here's the catch about leaving the beach...no matter how much we dust ourselves off...no matter how much jumping...swinging or beach showering we do...we always end up with small pebbles in our car, home and other places that it was not intended to be. Baggage is just that. Baggage is the sand that drops in places that it is not meant to be at. It is the small pebbles between your toes...the rocks underneath your finger nails...the annoyances that fall out of your towel and onto your living room floor.
You see, baggage is something that keeps following you around until you wash it clean. That means making meaning and sense out of your experiences...cleaning off all the things that followed you from your last relationship. The clearing of the pebbles that are not meant to be with you.
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