Unpacking My Thoughts From South Beach

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I arrived home from my girls' getaway weekend to South Beach well over a month ago.  I think I wrote the following post, like 3 weeks ago, and now I am just hitting "publish".  Good timeline right?!  No, I didn't lose my computer or go off the grid.  It's just, y'know, life.  Regardless of my excuses, here are my thoughts and brief reflections on my brief escape, finally... It's been, hmmm.... 12 days or so since I arrived home from a "Girls Trip" to South Beach.  Of course, my bag was unpacked within 8.5 minutes of being inside my house, as any self-respecting, Type A, borderline OCD person would do. Then Baby Girl pooped, Little Brother was screaming and crying, everyone was throwing couch cushions, and I was wondering what I had been doing 24 hours earlier.  Oh yeah, I know, drinking an ice-cold Stella on the beach.  So I was quite harshly tossed right back into real life.  No time to reflect on my long weekend away.  It was baseball practice and football games.  Packing lunches and laundry.  Emails and bills and 4 really dirty toilets.  I left "beach me" back on the toasty Miami sand.  I put my sandals away and washed my suits.  My bags have long since been unpacked, but not my thoughts.  I kept thinking I would run across some time to reflect on my trip, but not a chance for that around here!

Then it happened one afternoon, quite unexpectedly.  I had just put Baby Girl down for a  nap and opened some of the windows upstairs.  It was one of those lazy, early May days when the sunlight promises that Summer is almost here.  I tiptoed downstairs and found Little Brother sound asleep under a pile of blankets and stuffed animals on the couch.  Big Brother was out for the afternoon with my mom, so that left me... all alone.  I quickly grabbed my computer and a magazine for inspiration and shuffled out onto the deck and into the sunshine.  Hundreds of ideas were swirling in my head for a current design project, so I settled myself into a chair to get to work.  But then, something happened.  The cool breeze kept blowing playfully through my hair and ruffling my Elle Decor.  The sun shine felt warm against my bare arms.  I found my gaze shifting to the yard where the birds danced and played, searching for worms.  Suddenly my eyes felt heavy and I let them close, just for a minute.  I took long, deep breaths and I could feel myself being lulled to sleep by the distant sound of a lawnmower and the tickling scent of fresh-cut grass.  No thoughts.  No dreams.  Just breathing, and birds, and lawnmowers.  My tea cup turned cold.  My computer lay still.  My magazine collapsed on my lap, its pages rustled by the occasional breeze.  And for the first time since I lay in the hot south Florida sun weeks ago, I was doing nothing.  It was delicious.

Then, the next thing I knew, my eyes fluttered open and I realized I had been asleep.  I didn't know the time, nor could I hear any kids crying, so I just sat still.  I didn't waste any effort on thoughts or guilt.  I just sat there and let my proverbial "cup be filled to the brim", just as I did at the beach.  Just as I promised myself I would do.  Anne Morrow Lindbergh's words always in my head... "Lay empty, open, choice less as a beach".  Her work, Gift From the Sea, my vacation guide.  Recharged, rejuvenated, and relaxed.  Not thinking about how any minute I may have to "spill myself away".  I felt full of energy, not from my cat nap, but from a moment to myself.  And it was just what I needed.  A few minutes to be... "beach me".

Being "beach me" was pretty easy down in South Beach.  I did nothing.  I talked and laughed with great friends. I ate fabulous food and dozed in the sunshine.  I didn't have a watch or a worry.  I strolled around South Beach with a smile and sand in my pocket.  I hopped in an Uber with my girl friends, escaping the brief South Florida rain for a standing room only lunch at la Sandwicherie.

I felt like the "old me", who it turns out, is the same me as "Mom of 3 me" when she doesn't have the burden of real life on her shoulders.  I did a shot of tequila.  At 10am.  I swam in the waves.  I did yoga on the beach, sort of.  The people next to me were doing topless yoga which is apparently quite distracting for my practice.  I drank beers beneath the moon.  I missed my family, but wasn't quite ready to head home.

So from beaches...

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UnpackPool

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And sipping crushed mint and cucumber mojitos...

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To.... well..... this....

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That is where I belong.  That is home.   But, for at least this one afternoon, I found a moment to remember the sand.  And a promise to myself to always work a little beach time into the schedule.  And a little tranquility and peace.  Just breathing and lawnmowers and birds.  Ahhhhhhh.  And then...

"Mama!!!!!"

And just like that... back to May in central Indiana.  But this time when I walked inside to get back to life, I had a little more hop in my step.  And sand in my pocket.