Just a few days left of what has been a glorious two weeks here at the beach.
I've managed to fend off sunburn, walk many miles with sand under my feet,
and enjoy more peace than a girl deserves.
What I didn't do was successfully map out the next 50 years of my life,
or make a dent in all those Etsy projects,
or even blog and take photos with the regularity I had planned.
I'm afraid I'm going to head home with regret for something that I didn't accomplish,
and that, my friends, is a feeling I need to shake.
I need to remind myself that this 3-week sabbatical wasn't planned
for any other reason than to simply "be."
And, as God is my witness, I have successfully achieved that.
This time has been a blessing that words can't express, photos can't capture.
With Gideon as my wing man,
I've navigated a hearty mix of daily rituals and spontaneity at a snail's pace,
living in an A-frame on the beach with an ocean out my window.
The most daunting thing ahead of me these last few days
is what meals I can make using only what's left in the fridge.
Life is good and I have a grateful heart.
1 comment:
Thanks Dawn for the birthday wishes. Your time off sounds wonderful, and I'm sure refreshed and renewed.
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