I got this picture from Pinterest, but I don't know where it came from before that.
Right now, life is good.
I finished university for the year on Friday. There was an amazing feeling of accomplishment and it just re-enforced that the decision to take a risk, quit the sucky full-time job and chase a dream was the right one. I've met some wonderful, like-minded people this year (you know who you are) and I can't wait to see them regularly next year.
The weather, it seems, celebrated with me by putting on a glorious blue sky, sun-shiny, perfect 28-degree day. I took my book (The Secret History by Donna Tartt - loving it) and laid out in the sun. The sun got too hot for the backyard so I high-tailed it to the beach.
Being three o'clock on a Monday afternoon, the beach was pleasantly deserted, save for a few. The water was like ice and the first wave was so strong, it pulled me under and pulled down my bottoms. I misjudged the next wave and it broke as I turned side on, feeling like a car had slammed into me. It was wonderful. I stayed in the water for over half an hour, floating on my back, swimming with the waves, getting salt water up my nose. When I left at 5.20pm, the sun was still hot.
Now my skin is warm and prickly, a socially unacceptable shade of pink. I'm slathered in Palmer's Cocoa Butter. Tomorrow is forecast to be 31 and I'm heading back the beach.
I love holidays. I love freedom. I love that feeling of having no obligations, knowing I don't have an assignment that I should be researching or a book that I should be reading. I've told work not to even contemplate calling me for two weeks and I have things planned. Stuff to do. Stuff like writing, putting three-year-old photos in albums, reading, relaxing without guilt.