I’ve been cranky. I’ve been restless.
I need a time out.
Don’t send me to a corner. Instead, please send me to the beach.
The beach is my healing place. My happy place.
It’s the place where I fill up my emotional reserves (which are now entering the red warning zone indicating that I am almost out of fuel and will soon be operating on fumes) and also let all of the kinks and stress knots in my body unwind and hopefully disappear.
This is my wordy way of telling you that I am going on vacation and intend to … Read More