First day, at Manhattan Beach, LA

I met some dear friends from New Mexico today. They were staying at Manhattan Beach and invited me to hang with them. I said no. "I'll allergic to too much sun. It's about noon and I'll get cooked." That was true, but a more compelling reason was that I'm shy. It's weird; I tend to withdraw from from people, especially in groups. It's easier one on one. I feel like I'm not grabbing life by the balls, and making the most of it! Although these friends, Mark and Cory, live in Albuquerque, they probably see the beach as much as I do! My wife, son and I live in Arcadia, and almost every day is just operated within the narrow confines of our routines, school, work, close-by friends, etc. A few hours after I left them, and read a book in my car, the sun was down and I went to the beach, even wadied in the surf. It was so beautiful! The brilliant sparkles on sand as the water ran off and millions of bubbles were left for a few moments in the sand. Why haven't I come to the beach more often? Why am I not grasping life fully, solidly and profoundly! I want to find some answers in the blog...