Don't Be a Picklebump

Last night I sat quietly and tried to figure out where in my head I was at. A part of me wanted to go into Houston today and check out the Sunday markets, but a little voice inside my heart said that was not the right option. I needed to recharge my batteries and do something fun instead of potentially create another project. There’s been a lot of self realization lately that I’m working too damn hard and not taking a enough down time for me. So while I pondered all this, I realized that what I really wanted to do was get up and go to the beach this morning. The beach is my restorative place and is where I like to recharge my batteries. I went to bed, set my alarm and promptly overslept.

It was all good though and I still was on my way by 7. I ended up stopping near Omega Bay and rescueing two dogs on the 1-45 corridor. They had gotten loose from where their owners were staying and were checking out the freeway. Not good. But at least I found who they belonged to and told them where I found their dogs.

So after that little adventure, I made it to the beach around 8:20. I think what surprised me the most is how rough the surf was this morning. While it’s always windy along the coast, I wasn’t expecting the waves to be this rough. It was definitely not my normal floating for extended periods of time at the beach type morning.

I spent the next couple of hours going in and out of the water, doing some writing, and taking a walk. I love walking along the beach because you never know what you’ll find.

One of the finds on the walk was a set of plastic pails and tools to build sand castles with. A good chunk of this morning was actually spent digging out the moat and using that sand to build the castle

I like the idea of a temporary piece of art on a Sunday morning. Building the sandcastle reminded me that we must make time for play in our life. Play is what gives us energy. Play is stress-relief. Play makes us laugh and smile.