Sipping drinks on the beach under an umbrella is my happy place.
In times of stress and discomfort I dream of a spot on a deserted beach where I can disappear from life and reality. I can become someone exciting. Someone who doesn’t have problems in the real world. Someone who doesn’t have a failed marriage and three grown kids with problems of their own. Ahhhhh, it’s all so wonderful at the beach….
Then reality would hit me right between the eyes. Bam! I was back.
Back to my ordinary life. Back to my monotonous existence. Back to working in a mind-numbing office, eating boring healthy food, and generally feeling uninspired with life. What am I going to do with the next thirty plus years?
Granted I am only 47 years old. But if God sees fit to give me another thirty or more years who am I to complain. Although I cannot even fathom what I will do with myself for that long.
I need a plan….