Today I went swimming with the fishes. Literally. As in, there were tiny glimmering schools of fish in the waves at East Beach. It was so beautiful!
The water was salty and perfect and yes, I got nice and tired the way one only gets after a morning swim at the beach, but it was fun.
Also, it was my first swim in the Gulf all summer. How can that be? Somehow, between caring for an elderly dog and running an Airbnb there was never any time for swimming. I wish I still had the elderly dog and all that caring for her entails. The Airbnb I’m feeling ambivalent about at the moment. Is it eating away at my life? Is it stealing my energy, my joy, my willingness to prioritize swimming in the ocean? Maybe I need my Island cottage to just be an art studio and writer’s retreat. And a place to shower off the sand and sunscreen, to nap, cook, and drink coffee in the morning while looking at birds.
