Can I please start this blogpost by saying sorry? I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything lately. I’ve been busy; my job at the beach, my 21st birthday and my sick dog. Especially the last one has taken my mind off of blogging. My buddy turned seven on Tuesday the 14th. The same day as I turned 21.
He’s got cancer in his longs. So he’s not breathing very well and he doesn’t really want to eat either. He’s still alive, but I don’t think it’ll take long for him to go. So, sorry for taking some time off.
To start again, I’ve prepared a list of things I love. It’s a small one, but still.
The beach – The wind in your hair, the smell of the sea, sand between your toes. Lovely.
Fruit – You can wake me up for fruit, definitely. Some of them are even good for my moods.
Music – Every mood has its own song or artist. It can either calm me down or make me happy.
My dog – The way his ears move when he’s drinking, the way he sometimes winks at me or when he’s playing and barking.
Friends – Where would you be without them?
Books – I love to escape to a whole other world that doesn’t even really exists.
Concerts – Sing as loud as you can and have fun with your favourite band!
It’s summer. A normal girl my age would spend her days at the beach with her friends, checking out boys. My days are spent on the beach too, but while she is checking out boys, I’m checking the bins. Because this summer it’s my job to keep the beach clean for those who like spending their time burning in the sea and chewing on the sand when eating a sandwich while lying in the sand.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love the beach. I love the sound of the waves crashing and I love the endless walking with just your toes touching the water. The sound of the seagulls, the shells and jellyfish, it can’t get any better. It feels good to be on the beach. It’s one of the few places where I can think and not say a word for half an hour without anybody judging me or asking me if something’s wrong. The silence and peace have a good effect on me. It makes me calm.
And I don’t care if the weather is good or not. I don’t mind wind or rain, I’m not made out of sugar. I love having the wind in my hair – not that I have much, but still – like it’s clearing my head and blowing all the bad thoughts away.
Imaging strolling on the beach, enjoying the wind in your face, the smell of the sea, the sun on your skin and the sand between your toes and all of a sudden you stumble on some garbage. I hate it when that happens. I often wonder why people would want to ruin such a beautiful place with that stinking trash.
That’s exactly why I took this job. I love walking on the beach, but what I love even more, is walking on a clean beach. So I don’t mind checking the bins, or picking up garbage people left behind – yes, I do wear gloves. Do you know why I don’t mind, dear reader? Because most people are driven by us. They see us empty the trashcans and keeping the place clean. They get inspired and want to help. If the bins are all full, people just throw it on the ground. But if they see people put in some effort to keep it clean, most of them can’t do anything else than help us a little.
We have this saying here in Holland; If one sheep crosses the bridge, the rest will simply follow. One has to be the example and I don’t mind playing that part.