New Year, Round 2. My game piece (the yellow one) is on the board now, and it’s moving! It’s having a dance party with the green piece and the blue piece and the red piece, and they are all celebrating getting off the start square together.
Brett and I made some family goals together last night–goals that are important but perhaps not as important as making them together were, a reminder of “this is where we always want to go.” Togetherness, productivity, health, creative satisfaction. I do love the energy that comes with clean slates–spring cleaning, first day of school, January, mornings. Refocus, redirect, strike up the band, let’s go. I may have eaten arugula twice yesterday, invited a highly organized friend to come help me tackle a couple of things this weekend and started a new chapter book with my kids. I’m feeling it now. Onward.
With that said…beach, beach.
We took a short trip to Treasure Island in St. Petersburg for the new year—the same place we visited last year at the same time. I like that it has Island in the name, even though it’s accessible by every road imaginable and separated from the “mainland” by maybe a fifty foot bridge. We walk everywhere we go when we’re there—which is really nowhere, but this year I ventured out in the dark one night and pushed a double stroller packed with groceries right down the touristy strip from the store back to our hotel. Got a few chuckles and “nice baby!” calls. My gallon of milk was very offended.
Thankful to spend the last bits of 2014 with family and friends and ring in the new year together, surrounded by the beauty of nature and a beach horizon that reminds us there’s a vast world of opportunities, landscapes and ideas to explore in the future.
Some trip vignettes that make me smile…
Dash spit a cracker out on the beach one morning, and the seagulls came flying in like the locust plague. The kids thought it was hilarious, and from then on we had to watch them carefully as they were eager to throw food and lure them in at any opportunity. Hotel guests much appreciated, of course.
Dash has perfected the art of sand throwing. He’s really good at it. A+, for sure.
Not a shark. ;o)
My friend Dede who wears black dresses and pearls and looks like a pink sunset silhouette pretty much every moment of every day. Whenever I walk into her house–even to steal an egg–I come home inspired to clean, light candles and invest in good perfume. And she inspires in a way that feels good and motivating, not in the “I feel like I suck” kind of way. An art, I tell you.
So here we are. See that horizon ahead? It’s so full of color.