coming back from vacation may be the absolute worst thing ever (aside from unpacking from said vacation). worse than mondays. and you know what really makes it worse? you usually start back on a monday. terrible. i know i have said it before, and i will most certainly say it again, but my life was meant to be lived out on a coastline. this landlocked mess is for the birds. the ocean quite literally cures everything. everything i tell you, everything.
there is no stress next to the ocean, no decisions to be made (aside from when and where to eat, sleep or should i have one more beer - always yes to that one), no nagging feeling of doom, nothing. none of those things exist when you are beachside. well, i can't confirm that statement in it's entirety, but i can say from my own personal experience, it's hard to get stressed out when at the beach. things just don't seem to matter that much. it may be just the fact that you are away from the stressful city life, or perhaps it's because if you can't actively see the problems then they don't exist. but something about the beach is calming. for me, a self-described anxious/hyper/nervous/can't slow down person, that is a neat trick. i will take anything that can get me to sit and forget for longer than 5 seconds at a time. and you know what? the ocean most definitely isn't a suck-y place for that to happen. i am certainly never going to say no to a beach trip.
i've often told my mom that i would quit a job to go to the beach. she refused to believe me until recently. no, i didn't quit my job, but i made it very clear that i was going to spend as much time at the/a beach as possible. i accomplished that last summer. 4 beaches over 3 months. not too shabby. not too shabby at all. where do i go when the world is collapsing on me? the beach. there is a frantic phone call to mom, who runs the message to the requisite parties and then wham, i am at the beach. forgetting that i was having a nervous breakdown and remembering the little things in life.
now when i came back this time, all i could think about was when can i go surfing again. surfing beats the snot out of you, but for some reason i wanted more. i signed up for a surf lesson, and when i got out in the water and stood up on the board, i was hooked. it is absolutely amazing. there is so much focus involved, but you forget everything. you just feel the ocean, the salt and the breeze. then you realize you are standing on a floating time bomb. but man, it is fun for that ride. and then you get right back out there and do it again. arms burning, eyes stinging, heart racing. it is absolutely indescribable. trying to just doesn't do it justice. you have to experience it. i've always wanted to learn to surf, and now that i have learned the basics and can stand on a board, it is the final nail in the proverbial coffin proving that i belong in the water, near the water, viewing the water. all of it. total water baby.
however, work had a different plan for me. it was to test my limits on patience. i don't do patience. i've tried, and i can manage it, but boy do i hate it. here's a little breakdown for you:
-insurance fighting
-office cleaning (never ending cycle there)
-quickbooks maintenance - never leave darwin alone with qb's....
-car insurance fighting - mine and works
-enterprise fighting - they are idiots over there BUT i do have a rental
-bank account shuffling
-company policy shuffling
i know there are others, but that was a lot to take in on day 1. not too mention trying to calm darwin. i'm usually pretty good at it, but lately it had been him calming me, so i had to switch gears there, and that took a hot minute.
everything is resolved for now. until another crisis hits and i am left sweeping up the pieces. so now i just sit and wait for the next encounter with the beach...ahem september...i can almost taste it. ride the wave, and remember you can control it only so much before you have to relax and trust that you will find the top and can take a gasp of air.
ciao.
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