hanging in the Head

I should know better than to look at the e-mail that came across my phone.
Just get on the plane, you can deal with work later….
But my body and technology are intertwined, meshed together, and I can’t ignore that fact.
God damn it….
Yet it is my choice to let the disturbing news break me down or not. I decide to let a few days at Hilton Head Island work on my state of mind.

This time I do not go on any adventures, no exploring new territories. Instead I read books from cover to cover, go for walks along the ocean shoreline at sunrise and sunset, listen to live music at the tiki house.

I savor simple things, like fine food on your tongue.
Oysters on a half shell.
walking for endless hours on a sandy beach.
watching the sun rise
reading. sleeping. waking. repeat.
couples holding hands, sharing secrets.
live beach music.
a broken fence line, half buried in white sand.
a child building a sandcastle.
sea birds playing in the surf.
a old man fishing.
 
 Upon my return home, these simple things have helped me to make a decision, a huge change in my life. I look forward to what the future holds, with nervous excitement.

2 Comments

  1. Ooooooh tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me 🙂

    I was born lacking the patience gene…

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