Unlike many, I don’t need a haircut. My bob has finally grown to my shoulders and all is well in my hair world. Silver linings, you know. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Ocean and I have spent a lot of time together this year. No coincidence since it’s been a stressful year and Ocean happens to live at one of my most favorite of happy places. Last week, I visited Ocean again.
Standing on the beach at twilight, watching the surf rolling onto the sand, wave after wave, one right after the next. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, but not everyone goes with the ebb and the flow.
I walked back alone along the two and half blocks we had walked together to the sea. My car service was needed. She couldn’t walk that far again — the wind was too strong, the chill in the air too biting. A million excuses except the one that is truth.
I had forgotten what a letdown the days after meeting a huge challenge/goal can be. After all that preparation and anticipation of singing my solo in choir’s concert, I deflated like a balloon a couple days after the party ends. Seeing how busy the calendar was going to get soon (at work, blech), I decided that respite (and reward!) by the sea was required.
It was just long enough.
It’s never long enough.