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[My] Life in 2013

Picture it.
  
   You wake in the morning to the sound of sea gulls. On Saturdays, you sleep in and then take a long walk down the beach. After work, you sit out on the deck or the step, and read by the porch light. All the while, you are an arm's length away from the ocean.
   The wind is constant and salty. Little grains of sand find their way into your shoes, your house, your hair. Your cheeks are permanently rosy from all the sunshine and lapping winds. Even jogging on the sand gets you in shape faster, and you can't help but find beauty and solace in the far-reaching expanse of water and waves.
   At spring break, a million middle class families descend on your little town. Young, lithe teenage bodies in various states of joy about their last forced family vacation. Babies crying or giggling or dozing in the afternoon sun, completely unaware that they will find pictures of their bare-bottomed days at the beach in a Graduation slideshow in a few short years.
   And in June, you learn to sail. It's more difficult than you thought, with the wind tugging at the sails. A constant tug-o-war between you and the elements. It gets hot out on the water with the sun beating down you, and with only a limited supply of freshwater you brought along for the ride. But you take a break from all the sweating and steering and peer out at the water stretching on for miles and think, I am sailing.
   Work is just a few blocks away, and you walk most mornings. After work, you stop at a little restaurant and enjoy fresh fish, lobster, crab, and shrimp. You meet up with other healthy, tan, happy young people with long southern drawls and a penchant for sweet tea and peaches.
   In August, just before school starts, your little sister visits. She's about to be a sophomore and you haven't seen her since Christmas and you are astonished at how very much a woman she has become. You take her to the beach, but do your best to shield her bathing-suited-body from any potential admirers. Don't they know she's a baby? A 15-year-old, beautiful baby girl.


You come to know a different way of life - a beachy way. And you love every minute of it. ♥




I know it is more traditional to "give up" something during Lent. I guess you could say I'll be "giving up" reality for just a little bit. The next 40 days (and posts) are dedicated to dreams. So we're giving up limitations, fear, uncertainty.... and allowing ourselves to dream no matter how wild or crazy or out-of-this-world that dream might be! 
40 Days of Dreams 

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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