The Beach and OCD

I love the beach, I love the water, I love people watching and I love getting a tan. What I don’t love is the sand. Yes, you read that correctly,  I love the beach and despise the sand! How is that even possible? Well I guess you can thank good ole OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) for that one.

A normal beach routine for me would be finding the perfect spot, setting up in right direction to the sun, laying my blanket out just so and then setting up my chair. About 20-30 minutes in I would notice sand on my blanket or maybe on the cover-up I just took off. I would act like it doesn’t bother me. About 1-2 hours later, after I went for a dip in the water, sand would now be all over my feet, my calves, arms and hands. I would repeatedly try to wipe it off with no luck. I would then move on to applying suntan oil or sunblock and proceed to have sticky gritty sand on my fingertips.

I can’t be the only one this irritates?! Please someone out there speak up?

I have gone to beautiful islands, stayed at gorgeous beachfront resorts (with beach cabanas and beds) and still chose to set up camp at the POOL, just to avoid the sand.

The thing is, I don’t feel guilty about it, not for one second. I don’t feel like my hatred for the little sandy granule is causing me to miss out on anything. I can still see and feel the beach within my comfort zone, it’s a very happy balance. As the saying goes “a little sand between the toes, takes away the woes”…or something like that.