You know how a cat likes to stretch out in a patch of sunlight on the carpet and just snooze?
Well, that's what my heart feels like today. I am content, so content, in fact, that I've forgotten what the problem even was (or problems were, in case there was more than one).
I am in Kauai this week, and whatever issues were giving me crap last week can just wait til I get back. I am too busy looking at breathtaking vistas, feeling the ocean breeze on my skin, and wearing the same swimsuit shorts three/four days in a row.
One of the nice things about getting older (and I am getting older, no matter what the other teachers may say) is a gradual letting go of the desire to impress anyone. I don't need to be cool. Heavens above, I'm practically 30! If I haven't achieved 'cool' yet it certainly isn't going to happen now. In fact, I don't even need to be normal. I am a real grown-up now, and that means I get to say what's normal. And if I say it's normal to get up at 6am every morning to exercise with my parents and then traipse around the beach all day in a rash guard and swim shorts, then it must be so. Hah! Chew on that, Kardashian women!
Sorry. I don't know what got into me. Perhaps I've O.D.ed on sushi and vitamin d. Maybe I'm just happy because I've spent the last three days catching glimpses of the back of my thighs in the mirror and they're not nearly as hideous as I imagined them to be. I know that seems kind of shallow but the truth is that living in Washington means I never actually see my legs, at least not for any real length of time. And every lady has at least one aspect of her physical appearance about which she finds it nearly impossible to think rationally. Gentlemen be advised, it's just the way we are.
In any case, I just wanted everyone to know that I am having a blast here in Kaua'i. Really. Wish you were here. (But I don't wish it enough to be sad about it, so don't let it keep you up nights).