Love from here. ❤️
· by Roy Edlund
When we first got married, almost 44 years ago now, my family plan was to have enough kids for a volleyball dynasty. The adults among you already know that wasn’t a plan. A dream, yes. A plan? No. That was me then. I’m afraid it’s still me.
I couldn’t work for anybody. I was always at odds with authority. So I set out to find the thing I was good at, or could get good at, and convinced my wife that I could do this or that. And she believed me. She is my foundation.
For thirty-plus years I was a sign guy, and I was pretty good at it, at least the designing and making part. The skills that make a good business, I was missing. I only had a cursory knowledge of how to run one.
Needless to say, my volleyball team paid for my ignorance, and I understand why they chose not to follow my path.
When I moved them to the beach, it was seen as the next harebrained idea in a long list. But by then, everyone was used to it and ready to try their own.
So why am I bringing this up?
Because I want you to know that this beach bum philosophizing came from a life of struggle, of rejection, of feeling like a failure, and of my wishing I had something to say that might ease your struggle, comfort you, and encourage you before my time is up.
I know you didn't ask for it. But when I say love from here, I mean it. ❤️
Prints of the photos in this post are available in the Beach Bum Gallery on paper, canvas and metal.