Coming to the end

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.