On ambition, uncertainty, and learning to enjoy life

The Sea Doesn’t Care about my 5-Year Plan

The beach taught me something productivity books never did

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I started my law degree in a quaint seaside town in Wales. At the time, I thought living by the beach was just a nice bonus. Somewhere to go for walks when I needed a break from studying or to watch the sunset after a long day.

I didn’t realise it would end up changing the way I think about life.

Evidence that I wasn’t making any of this up.

I finished my degree earlier this year, in May. Like most graduates, I suddenly found myself in that strange in-between stage of life. I had moved out of student accommodation, found somewhere to live over the summer, was waiting for my results, applying for jobs, thinking about the Bar course, and trying to work out what came next.

Nothing felt settled.

The question I dreaded most was, “So, what are you going to do next?”

After hearing it enough times, my answer became almost robotic.

“I’d like to do the Bar course, but I’ve also applied for jobs. I’m just waiting for my results.”

People were always kind. They’d wish me luck, tell me everything would work out, and we’d move on to another conversation.

But the question always lingered in my own mind.

What was I going to do next?

This summer, I moved into town, where the beach is quite literally on my doorstep.

Every day I wake up and see the beautiful blue of the sea. I see the waves coming in, the pretty flowers dancing in the breeze, and the seagulls stealing someone’s food all too happily. Dogs sprint after tennis balls with the kind of enthusiasm I wish I had before 11 a.m.

The main character of this story.

The sea doesn’t care that I’m waiting for my degree results.

It doesn’t care whether I become a barrister or get the job I applied for.

It doesn’t care what my five-year plan looks like.

It just keeps doing what it’s always done. The tide comes in. The sun rises. The sun sets.

There’s something oddly comforting about that.

The sea ignoring my career crisis, as usual.

For months, my brain had been living somewhere in the future. I was constantly thinking about the next step, the next application, the next deadline, the next version of myself.

But when I was sitting by the beach, none of that seemed particularly important.

Instead, I noticed the little things.

The dog having the best day of its life.

The child determined to build a sandcastle that the tide would inevitably wash away.

The couple eating ice cream on a bench.

The seagull looking suspiciously pleased with itself after stealing half a sandwich.

Life was just… happening.

And I was actually there to notice it.

Somewhere along the way, my definition of a good day quietly changed.

I stopped thinking a good day had to involve achieving something impressive. Sometimes a good day was wearing bright clothes because the sun was out, buying an iced drink, going for a swim, reading my book by the sea, or watching the sunset without checking my phone every five minutes.

Image of the sea waving my worries away.

Life started to feel less like a to-do list and more like an experience.

I realised I’d been treating life like a series of problems to solve before I was allowed to enjoy it.

Once I get my results, I’ll relax.

Once I get a job, I’ll feel better.

Once I’ve figured out my career, then I’ll be happy.

But life doesn’t really work like that.

There will always be another application, another decision, another thing to worry about. If I keep waiting until everything feels perfectly planned out before I enjoy my life, I’ll probably be waiting forever.

The funny thing is, nothing actually changed.

I was still waiting for my results.

My future was still uncertain.

I still didn’t know exactly what I was going to be doing six months from now.

The only thing that changed was my perspective.

The view outside my front door

I realised that worrying wasn’t changing the outcome. It was only stopping me from appreciating where I already was.

Looking back now, I think the biggest lesson the beach taught me was gratitude.

I promise it looked even more surreal in person.

An ordinary Tuesday for me is probably someone’s dream holiday.

People spend months saving to wake up by the sea, drink their morning coffee while listening to the waves, and watch the sunset over the water.

Somehow, I’d become so busy worrying about the future that I’d forgotten I was already living a version of the life I’d once wanted.

Why was I worrying on vacation?

The sea doesn’t care about my five-year plan.

It reminds me, every single day, that life is happening now, not once I’ve figured everything out.

We spend so much of our lives postponing happiness until we’ve figured everything out. Living by the sea taught me that life isn’t something to solve before you can enjoy it. The world keeps turning regardless of my five-year plan, and there’s freedom in accepting that.

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