After several weeks of stress and frustration, I finally had a chance to get away and let go of all my troubles. I headed to the beach.
It’s like going camping. I brought a chair and blanket; a windbreak umbrella; a cooler full of lunch, drinks and snacks; a good book; sunscreen and a wide-brim floppy hair; sunglasses; a boogie board to float on; and sand shoes. It’s a wonder I could haul all of that across the beach.
Once ensconced in my little nest, I simply sat back and soaked in the sun. It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders, even if only for a few hours.
My good day is spent outside, breathing in fresh air, and breathing out worries.