Usually when I say I want to “beach myself” it is in the context of my friends and I making a joke out of grammar and planning a trip.
But a couple of years back, probably 3, I sincerely was filled with the desire to beach myself as marine animals would.
Often, wounded or ill marine mammals like whales and dolphins who find themselves too weak to keep themselves afloat just hand it over to the waves to wash them ashore to their eventual demise.
I imagine (and definitely hope) it to be a soft and calming experience, like the sea that they’ve called home all their lives is finally cradling them to their grave.
I would love to have that choice–to have that wonderful gift to elect an appointed time and date of my end.