The sea and the bees

<p>I advise you to roll your eyes once now in order to spare yourself from having to later, as this is a classic &ldquo;wow, I travelled and learned so much about myself&rdquo; moment of reflection. Though I suppose my lessons have nothing to do with the big, philosophical questions about life, unless you abstract them very generously.</p> <p><img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*ZmPXVpD2ldghLjRcn6TquA.jpeg" style="height:934px; width:700px" /></p> <p>Me, four weeks into pondering life&rsquo;s big questions sea-side.</p> <p><strong>SEA</strong></p> <p>Growing up, I was a terrible swimmer. My grandparents paid for multiple lessons over the course of a few summers, but the outcome was always the same&mdash;me freaking out that I &lsquo;couldn&rsquo;t breathe,&rsquo; calling out for a nose plug, and insisting I was fine continuing to just play a simple game of mermaids in the shallow end for the rest of my life.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@electricruby/the-sea-and-the-bees-779ce7df368f"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>
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