I finally have almost finished with vacation photos. *pauses while I get a cup of tea, glace at the clock and notice it's 13 minutes to 11. think about tomorrow... keep writing.*
Sometimes I'm just in the zone and sometimes I'm just not. When I'm in, I'm all in. I get stuff done when I'm in. I have a schedule in my head and I get my checklist of things DONE. done well, done right.
But as soon as I'm out of the zone, I'm out. like, out-out. and quite honestly mostly it's just a mystery of how to get back in?
I saw something the other day: "My life is just like Rihanna's new song. Work, work, work and the rest of it, I don't really understand."
I can't stop laughing about it.
So. This sea glass stuff.
To be quite honest, well, let me start with a story...
once a upon a time...
we walked down to the pier one day. (we did not walk on the pier because you had to pay money and no one brought any with them. it's a beach for pete's sake.) the tide was in and bringing in buckets of shells. They were beautiful. I wish I had payed more attention to them, but I didn't because I thought it was just common stuff, we'd come back tomorrow when I wasn't soaked. Well, turns out the storm had brought these beauties in so we had our pickings (along with a lady named Amy and her husband, daughter and son. I know because that's what her husband called her.) one day only. well, along washes this piece of green something and I'm like, oh, it's a beer bottle (it's kinda that same color) but when I pick it up (go green) it's soft on the edges and I'm like, this is actually pretty. and amy goes, oh, that's beautiful! what a find! and I said, I thought it was a beer bottle. and she goes, it's sea glass. it probably was a beer bottle once, but the ocean has worn it down.
So I came across my first piece of sea glass and a friend.
her name was amy.
and guys being good for the environment is good, but when it comes to sea glass - please, for the next generation, throw your bottles (washed and dried carefully is preferable) into the sea.