We’re at the shore. (That’s proper East Coast terminology. You don’t “go to the beach.” No, no. You go “down the shore.”)
We’re doing lots of fun, relaxing things. Such as:
I always think I’m going to blog a ton when I’m at The Shore. That the ocean air will unleash all kinds of creativity, and I will have no choice but to write, write, write.
What actually happens is that I drink my coffee slowly as I muster the energy to throw on clean(ish) shorts and a tank top. I sit on the beach and I look at the water, or I sit in our beach-front condo and I read. Not Facebook, not blogs. Books. I read books.
So, this week, I’m pacing myself.
No pressure; no stress.
It feels pretty good.