I saw the sunrise on the beach. Finally. There was something in me that day that really wanted me to go and take in the view.

I've seen the sun that early in the morning before, but only on my way to work. Never while I had my toes in the cool sand.

The entire summer, I've made it known that I would make plans to go, but I would never really follow through with it, either because I didn't feel like waking up when the alarm went off or I didn't feel the timing was right.

I didn't want to be that person anymore. Talking instead of doing. All I knew was that if I could get myself to go and see it, it would be an accomplishment. Small maybe, but I made it a personal goal of mine.

Like I mentioned in my other article, I wouldn't consider myself a morning person. For instance, when I was in elementary school, whenever I would go outside to catch the bus, the morning air would make me gag. Literally gag.

Still finding it stressful to get out of my bed, the only time I would really get up early is if I had to go to class or work. Not anything related to something recreational.

Let's just say if I have the opportunity to sleep in, ya girl is sleeping in.

But the night before, I told myself that because I didn't have to go to work, I'm going to suck it up and go since it's something I've been wanting to do. I packed my bags and threw in five different journals in my bookbag along with a magazine and a book.

Obviously, I didn't get to do everything I anticipated, but I'm proud to say I read.

I showed up 20 minutes before the sun was expected to peek out.

There wasn't anyone on the beach except for me, the birds that bathed in the seafoam, the crabs that scattered in and out of the tiny holes around me, and the couple that was also there to see the sun come out.

It was kind of funny to me because I was in the mood to play The Beatles, and "Here Comes the Sun" was the first to play. I sure did miss spending some time with myself.

The moon was behind me, looking lonely as ever, as the sky in front of me was a mix of blues and pinks. I looked at the time to find that the sun was supposed to come out already, so I went on my phone to take a couple of pictures. Then, out of nowhere, this scarlet mass appeared.

My jaw dropped. Breathtaking. To actually see the day begin felt magical like I wouldn't want to waste another day of not doing what I wanted again.

And to witness such a simple, yet complex phenomenon happen, made me feel grateful to be given a precious life. To be given light every morning. Something we all, unfortunately, catch ourselves taking advantage of.

I can't believe this whole time passed and I didn't get to experience this until now, I thought.

I had gotten so lost in my routine that I overlooked my wants. There was something about waking up with the sun, breathing with the waves. My body was trying to tell me that I needed this day to relax, get in my own head, and to take in the beauty that life provides.

Something I don't let myself do often, but something that I will want to experience again.