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.
I'm Meg. An Ohio girl who relocated to Arizona after college and met a Pennsylvania boy. Married him and had a kid. After nearly a decade in the desert, we moved Back East to be closer to family and changing seasons. I'm a freelance writer and a stay-at-home mom. I'm a great baker but I'm still learning how to cook. I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good.
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