OK. So I took a vacation. On the beach with white sand and an ocean of cold beer.
The beach is one of the most ingenious and beautiful time-wasting distractions ever discovered. Pull off your scuffed boots, shimmy out of those jeans and faded t-shirt, grab the flip-flops and the tacky red bikini (I wish!), and reach for a week of absolute non-creativity. Find the perfect summer read inspired by the name of your hotel – in my case, The Blockade Runner. Gone With the Wind still works, by the way. Drink some sweet tea and savor key lime pie.
You have entered the Bob Marley Zone, where it’s ok to leave your cell phone behind in your room and linger under an umbrella drifting from alpha to beta in wave fueled meditation. It is hard to leave this self-induced state of sanity when your week is up but, sometimes, if you close your eyes and breathe deeply, you can still catch a whiff of the sea.