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When what you’re searching for finds you
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The first time it happened it was curious.

The second time it was a blow to the head.

The first time I was at the Oregon Coast, searching for the perfect spot to take a sunset photo. 

Where I already was didn’t seem quite interesting enough, so I ran to another spot, only to get there a little too late to set up and only to find too many people messing up my angle and only to wish I’d stayed where I was and just enjoyed a quiet moment without a heart-pounding dash thrown in.

The second time I was on Hawaii’s North Shore, trying to capture a sunrise.

Our little rented cottage was just off the beach, but I was on a search for the perfect palm trees to frame the sun and headed off down the street. 

The farther I wandered the less likely it began to look that I would find what I was hoping for.

Access to the beach became more limited, houses with No Trespassing signs were everywhere, blocking the way to the beach, and from where I stood, the pink clouds in the distance had telephone wires running in front of them, messing up any chance of an all-nature shot.

So I hightailed it back to where I had started, just in time to realize that those who had been sitting quietly all along enjoyed a better morning than I had by running and searching.

Sometimes I get subtle messages.

Sometimes I hear yelling.

This was yelling.

Why am I always running, thinking that there’s something better around the corner?

When am I going to just sit quietly and enjoy the beauty that comes when you just simply let it?

Running is something a lot of us do.

It’s something we start at early.

Just yesterday I heard a sixth grader read an essay about what she had learned about dealing with stress.

She wrote about how busy she was after school and how sometimes all those extra-curricular activities and homework were really stressful.

And I knew what she was talking about and I wished she could just sit with me and watch the sunset.

If, in fact, there were to be a time when I was actually just sitting during a sunset.

I think the kids now call it FOMO and I have it in spades.

It’s the “fear of missing out” and it’s what keeps some of us running.

And then there’s FONGEYWTDD: Fear of not getting everything you want to do done.

Holidays are a time that running necessarily takes over sitting. They are the two months of the year when it is simply not possible to spend much time – if any – sitting.

But now that I’m getting old, and getting hit over the head with these recurring messages, I am learning that if you are running you might be missing out even more.

I finally sat down in the dunes at the Oregon Coast after a long walk on the beach.

I had a pastry to eat and was far enough away from the seagulls I could eat it without them wanting a taste.

Sand was in my toes, the sun on my back.

My hard-working muscles appreciated the reprieve.

I had been sitting only a few minutes when I looked up from my pastry and out at the ocean.

And saw a rainbow.

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