I drove around Coronado until I found the perfect spot. How do I know it was the perfect spot? Well, someone had already been there, and they left their cigar. That's some enjoyment right there! I perched on top of the rock wall and just watched the waves high five the shore.
I've always had this vision of writing on the beach. Like it's some distant 'if I became an author, my office would be the beach'. Just taking the laptop and a beach chair, but I always worry about sand getting stuck in the keys. Maybe just a journal and pen?
What's interesting is that this is a simple vision. Not like I need tons of money or world recognition in order to achieve this goal. Writing on the beach is simple, you just do it and it is free. I once had this conversation with an old boyfriend of mine years ago - 'What would you do if you had a million dollars?' His was just as simple, he wanted to work for REI or Starbucks. I told him to choose one, and with a little coaxing... he gave up his job as a stockbroker and followed his heart. He worked his way up from a grunt to becoming an Assistant Store Manager at REI, and he loves it.
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